Yes, the answer is yes.
I'm surrounded in a world of a mess.
And I must confess,
I couldn't care less.
Apathy will progress,
and love won't possess me right now.
I was told to never cross my chest,
told never to stress,
about anything wearing a dress.
I did and im still doing my best,
but til I'm laid to rest,
My mind will be a guest if that is even true,
to an abyss of hopelessness.
Romanticism and fantasy,
they say are nonsense.
And this, with the human race,
I will contest.
There's not much difference,
between love and lust's decent.
One dies and the other is blessed which one is which, well that’s up to you.
So Again I Say
Yes, the answer is yes.
Apathy doesn't denote absence,
of a heart beneath this vest.
It's just cloaking the abundance,
hiding my crest.
A seal that reads "amour semper fidelis".
Yes, you're under arrest.
You'll never know, you'd never guess.
You're a mess too, don't stress mon Beau
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