Is it fair to say, "nothing is fair?"
There once was a boy who knew everything
He saw all the things there were to see
He saw all the things that he could be
He answered all of his own questions
Never missing a beat
He fought for every side there was to take
Reasoning out the weight
And lived for every man's beliefs
Carrying them all as his own
And disagreeing with all equally
He loved all there was
He hated all the same
He slept with a contented mind
He woke with feelings unsatisfied
He began with nothing, not even a name
He died just the same
Save the bullet in his brain
Shot from the gun that knows nothing at all
In the hands of a man that knows nothing at all
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