Pollution / Disclaimer Ritt Momney

[Verse 1]
This toil's not what I'm made for
Head's not so full anymore
The load was not so hard to carry
A lack thereof brought me to my knees
You tested my maturity
The apple takes bites out of me
I wanna see a fight
I wanna see a fight
I wanna fight this setting sun
But it took far too many months to learn that suns can't be outdone
They'll burn your skin off, even the pretty ones
But they're only pretty due to pollution
What is beauty if what creates it is bad?
I'm fully here but fully sad
I want to sing but just to add to all the sounds that turn monotonous before long
And you're just like them

The trees withstand the storms, but don't assume they wouldn't like to fall
I think it would be nice to fall asleep and know that I'm not all yours
I'm not all yours

Well, there is plenty out there still to see
And you were not required to stay with me
And there's no other like you, but that's okay because there's billions like me
You were very difficult perfection, but I prefer easy mediocrity