I won't scale mountains
as I did before
for I have earned nothing but pains
I'll watch you trip and fall
but I won't extend my hand
I know I won't mean nothing at all
when you get a few grand
I won't jump over a mole hill
Neither will I cross a puddle
I won't care how you feel
for you are nothing but trouble
I have fixed my eyes on the horizon
Sadly, I do not catch a glimpse of your picture
Gladly, I have escaped a prison
Of fake and pretentious love
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