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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived Reimagined

  • burnettefi
  • May 6, 2024
  • 2 min read

All of it was true,

Gazing at you starry eyed.

With my ego absolute,

Who the fuck am I?

I just wanted some peace

but all your friends said no to me.

You followed their lead,

and all I could do was speed out.


And I don't wanna see your face, when I close the door,

And dulling your sparkle was an almighty chore.

And I don't miss who I was, but can someone say,

Anything to make me clean out my ash tray?


I hung our Polaroids,

then tore them all down the next day.

Proud to level up,

in the public sphere I grapple with.

Cause once I knew I had,

you soul I drove you mad.

They crucify me now,

as if I broke some sacred vow.


And I don't wanna see your face, when I close the door,

And dulling your sparkle was an almighty chore.

And I don't miss who I was, but could someone say,

anything to make me clean out my ashtray?


Were you sent by someone,

with a need to be exiled.

Did you find my gun,

when I sat and smiled?

Should I write a book,

would that make you comply?

In 50 years will I still be a bad guy?

I don't know why I did it,

but I've payed my penense.

Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

I never died for your sins,

instead I just lied to the day.

And you deserve silence,

but you'd use it to rhyme.

I sneak through lobbies,

and hide my face.

No one invites me to their parties or in their limousines.

Normal girls aren't boring,

but God the rain was pouring.

I'll kick down the glass walls,

of when you were adoring.


And in plain sight I lived,

and you're not what you did.

I'll forget this,

but I'll never get to forgive

the man I was when I did.


 
 
 

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