In the struggle to be an adult
There have been times when through no one’s fault
I find myself softened and weak
I break down at my own two feet
I keep trying to come off tough
Like some boxer who can’t get enough
Then a moment of caring gets through
And I’m back in the depth of blues
Despair
is my costume
Despair now and then keeps a light on inside
Despair
is an option
Hope has to have somewhere to hide
I’ve got friends who think I should try
Some kind of tearstained hard goodbye
Commit a homicide of my heart
That leaves me standing alone and hard
But if I kill off what makes me, me
Who’s the guy I’ll then have to be
I think I’ll just remain the mess
When I’m tattered I’m at my best
Despair
is my costume
Despair now and then keeps a light on inside
Despair
is an option
Without it joy’s just a cheap midway ride

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