I've been places where the end of the rainbow gets lost in the bustle
And children are neither cherished or forgiven
I've seen lights so bright they expose secrets
So deep and so hidden, hands recoil
I've looked upon beauty with mild amusement
As it's manipulated into art
And wondered aloud if anyone hears me
When I ask how the hell to get out of this place
I've hated the hated and been lost with the lost
Myself and some stragglers
More in common than booze and regret
A kind of hidden facet of myself explored in another
And I've loved like a child, reckless and wild
Foolish and ever so blindly assuming
Confident and terrified, uncertain and messy
Because I'm neither cherished or forgiven
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