stolen words

all i am is stolen words... overused clichés and last week's newspapers feeding the fire inside my eyes. emptiness is my middle name loneliness is my only friend, sharing a glass of desperation with all the other losers at the bar on a tuesday night at 2am. and when you try to talk to me i'll have a blank expression on my face as i write down your words in my memory so i can pass them off as my own next week. but don't pretend for a second that you haven't already done the same thing. all i am is stolen words... all i have are stolen words.

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