Never Mattered
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You don't know how little you mattered
Until you're all alone
With thoughts that’s not your own
Scrolling your life away on your phone
Wasting a good high that's prolly loaned.
Sticks and stones
Heavy heart, glass homes
Here's another clone.
Hunter’s got a bone.
So you believed an Island is better than a continent?
You forgo sex for a quick moan
Solo dolo in your high throne
Somewhere ago your mind roams
Redefining being by what you own
Sticks and stones
Heavy heart, glass homes
Cyclical cone.
Hunter’s got a bone.
The whip retired, a payment plan was thrown
Outer liberty is overblown
Inner is almost unfashionably unknown
To watch Netflix with ads we work till dawn
"I want that car" — the seed is sown
Sticks and stones
Heavy heart, glass homes
Something's on the stove.
Hunter’s got a bone.
So the good-guy-bad-guy are all actors
The crew is getting a bump if someone’s dethroned
Blood is the realism needed for the fiction shown
Here for the drama, was the new season postponed?
Is love an island and is life droned?