First I’m Jazzed Like The 20s, Then Shot Down Like Zeppelin
By: Tyler Ross
Just when you thought you had what it takes, the honor is swept out right from under your feet. You analyze your mistakes, but in the end you realize they were all a bunch of fakes. Flakes in nature, you can’t change. They help you get your answers, pushing you to just walk away. Nothing can come clean from the lack of respect. Only neglect by you standing on solid ground, your head straight not being pushed around. Have the good one’s always taken this much heat? I bet more nice is rejected than douche bags automatically considered a defeat. Doesn’t add up or make sense. The logical conclusion still hangs tangled in a barbed wire fence. You can’t comprehend the mixed up world. You won’t understand most of what goes on between gentlemen and selfish girls.
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