Glasses made of crystal
filled with tears and champagne
I celebrate love with luxury
but the cheering rings are in vain
No extravagance can replace
all the things that I lack
But I prefer to cry in a palace
than to be miserable in a shack
You can't bring anything to Heaven
I have heard someone say
But who cares for the future
when I live my life today?
So I sit here in my castle
honoured by my own presence
Toasting with my alter ego
blinded by my luminescence
I salute you, Ego
Let's savour these precious tears
It may taste a bit bitter
but it's sumptuous, cheers!
Nothing clinks as crystal
Broken elegance falling apart
Shattered pieces of indulgence
Lavished like my broken heart.
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