You're not regal enough,
to wear that crown of thorns.
Chemical reaction so rough,
so deserving to sit in that throne of yours.
But I can see you're trying so hard,
A commentator on life,
at least that's how it seems.
I love you, I need you,
and I'm sure we'll work it out.
Cuz that's how it always goes,
when one of us starts to shout.
An Ideological Approach to Life,
I guess that's how it's always been.
An underwater, resentful impression,
A burst of wasted esteem.
An Ideological Approach to Life.
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