Wisdom [Edited]

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it's gone
Funny how it comes to pass, that all the good slips away
And there’s no one around you can remember being good to you
Shame, shouldn’t try you, couldn’t step by you and open up more shame
What we lost here is something better left alone
Second steps have been forgotten, will you tell me how they go
Set yourself, situate, like a fool try again
There’s no one around you can remember being good for you
But there’s no one around who can tell us what we’re here for
Funny in a certain light, how we all look the same
And there’s no one in life who can remember ever stood for you

Poststructural Analysis: Say what you will about clichés and the demise of artistic integrity in popular music, but may lightning strike me dead if these words don't ring exceptionally true right now. I've never been wiser than I was when I was thirteen.

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