When I try to help you But I can't really Because the shape I'm in Is no shape at all Is no strut at all Is no smile at all Is not near perfection Is death someday Is the big failure One life, a million glances A million smiles A million failures Try to say It is all OK When we squint And try to read What will never matter
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