Pomp And Circumstances


When I was born I lost
When I was freed I fought
Now that I'm loved I'm caught
Between the rest
And this tragic mess
An invited guest
Torn, broken, and frayed
Oh don't we face
War, sunshine, and grace
Oh won't you stay
For a while
We can fail in style
I can hold your smile
For a while
What was once new now gone
What was once praised now wrong
As they go
We can say we know
But what do we know?
But war, sunshine, and grace
Oh don't we take
What's bitter to taste
Torn, broken, and frayed
Don't we face
War, sunshine, and grace
Won't you stay?
'Cause i won't tell
I won't tell a soul
That i'm mad as hell
Torn, broken, and frayed
I'm torn, broken and frayed
I'm cold
Worn out and shamed



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