THE WRITINGS OF OTHERS
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There's nothing I can say here
That hasn't been said before
I would like to be an individual, unique
But it's been done before
What are words but tools
a quick fix to loneliness
Anything I say becomes a cliche
A mass of nothing. Empty
I get bored with all of it
I say what I say and mean what I say
But why should anyone listen?
What makes me so special?
What makes you so special?
You all think you're gods
You think you have something to offer the world
Fools! If only you weren't so blind
You would see that you have nothing
and you've done nothing
It's all been done before
There's nothing else to do
And there's nothing left to say....