There is dissention among my own ranks
I live in a world of blasphemy and confusion
The B R I A N that you see and read
Is often times just an illusion
I decorate my life with bells and whistles
so the masses are immune to the truth
keeping a tight hold on what I am
refusing to allow myself to get used
The choices that I make are ones of need
Not realizing the impact of today
Trying to get up for another tomorrow
Can't imagine I would end up this way
I am not in favor of the person I see
Broken mirrors and shattered dreams
Minute by minute, Hour by hour, Day after day
One long irrelevant exhistance, or so it seems
I don't accept the worries or fears
Although they are noted by those close to me
There is this hole that has been dug
Climbing to the surface, well, that is up to me
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