When I was young and full of angst
We are not the things
We over-contemplate
Or what we ate
As we cleaned out plates
There must be so much more to us
Something you said
Made so much sense that it scared me
'A penny for your thoughts'
Well my mind's not so easily bought
Lay down and die is not defense
It's denial
But we do it with a smile on our face
With no style of our own
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