An open letter
is never been right
it's in a format
that no longer stands
not modern
left to defend
an obsolescnece
all age
age of contempt
give me something to feel
give me something to hold on to
just hold on to this
the tragedy of time
the tragedy has come
the tragedy now gone
the tragedy
open letter
that will never be read
it's in a format
a format state
that we all give in.
swallow the modern thing
the modern time
without regret
we will
a modern love
a modern waste
without a place
without a
give me something to feel
give me something to hold on to
please, hold on to me
the tragedy we bring
the reason we decay
the reason we fuck off
the reason we are
now I know the truth
born obsolete
how can I compete...
keeping up your appearances
keeping up your appearances
keeping up appearances
keeping up
I can't keep up ...
not modern
not modern
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not modern

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