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When death is the only silver lining you see,
you're probably just being a twat.

It's easier than we pretend,
even though it left the mark,
to remind you of what's gone.
Blame it on your mind, easier on your heart.

Plans don't always reach it,
and you still won't ask for help.
Blame it on the others,
even worse, on yourself.

You've set your visions far from perfection,
but reality is far from them.
Blame it on the fact life owes you nothing,
Or that possibility is not always a can.

You can't find the basement,
in that round life you live.
Blame it on logic,
and the ambivalence decisions bring.

It's easier than we pretend,
but it's the easiest to pretend.
Blame it on your pussines,
when you see a real silver lining and decide you can't.