54-40 - Frankl's Revenge

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Won't quit worrying over things
I lay awake, so fate will bring
Nothing seems what it's worth
I don't know if I've earned my birth

Maybe I could take a stand
Set examples for a man
But I would end up playing tricks
All my life is politics

You won't see me crying

Another day and still, I crave
A new addition to my ways
I won't admit I'm hooked on bliss
But being alone is still the shits

A cheated life is cheaper, still
An unearned kiss, an unearned thrill
Alone at night, I'm in that place
There's no reflection of my face

You won't see my crying

I don't hear screaming when I turn on the set
My hands are bleeding, like Chomsky says
If I took the time to see what mattered
My little world would be stripped and scattered

If I ever finally cherished
I believe then that I would perish
Maybe on that day
I'll give myself away

You won't see me crying, yeah
Crying