We tend to live for those who judge,We tend to forget that we’re masters of our own soul,If we look for our - selves the whole time,Why let somebody change it all. Love is what you give, how it makes you feelNot about what you get because it all fades away.Being a prisoner of your own feelings is the worst fate,Only the brave ones – just walk away. Adulation for the human flesh, skinShouldn’t be so delightful,Ardor for the vitality,Is the only touch that counts. Precious disguise, Please don’t decline,The presence of violence and reality,Because you’re the captain of your soul, And there should be no suffering or shame,For the ones who don’t want to change.
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