If all the world's a stage,
then love is just a game.
The boys and girls
can't help but play.
Once upon a time, I fell.
But I'll never ever throw myself.
I'm putting the board back in the box
and the box back on the shelf.
Because every little hole is hell.
Flesh and bone
might keep you warm,
but they'll keep you in that bed.
When you could be rioting downtown,
almost dead
and never feeling more alive.
Every diamond I've known.
Turned out to be gravel shone.
I'd rather my hand remain alone,
than to wear a ring made of such
deceptive stone.
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