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The Man at the Bar
'I knew this girl when I was seventeen
She used to look at the stars and make them cry because she was a moon stuck on earth
Just a reflection of greater things
Like her hopes and dreams and imagination
She cried everyday and burned everyday but she was too beat up
She couldn't stand up or get to her knees
So she never moved, never took action
Rotted away under roofs of verbal abuse and fear
Always looking through cracks at the stars and planets wondering if she would ever see a full sky
She saw the sun, but she could never reach it because she was convinced
Chained by ideas that the world only lets realistic people live
And that she could last just a bit longer
Thinking freedom was a few years away and never realizing it was at her fingertips
She grasped for stars and comfort and a strength she didn't want and didn't understand
Insisting that she wasn't going to stay there forever but we all knew
She hadn't moved in years
And there was nothing that would get her to her feet
But we bled ourselves out over her anyways and gave her our lives along with the stars
Offering her the sky if she would just take hold of opportunity's hand
And I bled myself dry and I cried for her because she had no tears left
No place to plant her feet and stand
She didn't even have roots anymore, just withered up images of what a home and real family were
And her limbs twisted away from the ceiling
She didn't know she could break open into the sky with her own two hands
Because she'd never wanted to'
That's what the man at the bar told me
I laughed at him and told him to sober up
But then I wonder if he isn't just me
On the inside
Wide awake wondering why everyone else is so dead
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