42 isn’t you but what they say it must be true,
Self-denial is like a badge of honour you wear,
The scenery, the greenery, like a doctored image I see,
Philosophically it is the cross you bear

Compassion stalled, giants fall yet they weren’t very big at all,
Tragedy isn’t comedy you learn,
Television screen hypocrisy, what you see is what you believe,
Outside of that, you will never yearn

What do you make of this?
The choice that you’re presented with,
You could walk away or talk away
But that would never be OK: verbalise your promises

This is love
This is love

Damages, disparages held in unwanted marriages,
Love is bottled commodity,
Break the mould, then unfold don’t let life get too old,
Only the truth will set you free

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