Superman is Dead

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Do you ever question every word you’ve ever told

Like you’re whole life has been a lie-if I may be so bold

To ask the questions that your ears don’t wish to hear

And maybe push to breeze the smoke you’re blowing clear

But it’s all gone so very wrong

And now each dawn is all I’ve got

But I sleep in, and waste my days

I miss your life… and I miss my grace

Now it’s so unsettling that the earth’s still spinning true

When you’re stopping on a dime and  then just falling through

Where there’re no nets in place, cause life’s just not a stunt

And you’ve gone and fucked it up, my friend-if I may be so blunt

By now it’s gone so very wrong

Through the days that yawn-forget me not

The void creep in, and take my place

I miss my life. And I miss your face.

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About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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