Sounds like I was sick of platitudes

Back when I wrote this one

Had enough of condescending attitudes

When all was said and done

Yet as I think about it now

I’d love to hear them again

But sympathy disappears

When it falls on deaf ears

And eventually you run out of friends

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No Consolation

There’s
no
point
in
crying

Over
spilt
milk

God
loves
you
for
trying

Blah
blah
blah

(Originally Posted 10.07.2020)