Fake


You say you’re willing to die for your art,
You declare it proudly with all your heart.
You take the mic up and so you start,
Sleeves rolled up to display your scars.
I once knew a bloke who didn’t proclaim,
He just simply took a razor blade.
Then down his wrists a cut he made,
Never committing his hopes and fears to the page.
I’m still listening to you saying you’ll die for your art,
You’re still declaring it proudly with all your heart.
But when we both roll our sleeves and compare arms,
You and me both just have paper scars.

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