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You cannot fight for your idea, 'cause you can't
turn your idea into action, as it stands.
Your social false facade began to crumble –
your peers gave up on you without regrets.
You can't declare that you're an independent soul
and at the same time say the world depends on you:
true freedom fighters are the loneliest of them all
and most naive, like little children with no clue.
You cannot dive into the depth of your infatuation
and say with confidence that love's something eternal:
your foolish sentiment has no reciprocation
and in no time your life will come to normal.
You cannot find the middle ground with the world –
there's always something people find to be no good.
You think you're loved, though really can't afford
the price of your PR, and your campaign is moot.
Don't tell the lie you're not afraid to bite the dust,
the ones who say that have the most of all to lose:
in time you'll face the final judgment, as you must,
just don't believe your apprehension is the Truth.
You're helpless facing straight your predilection,
showing indifference to what you have right now.
you are confused, you have no comprehension:
the most important's harmony of Yin and Yang.