I look too much into the mirror of my worst self
so life feels like always breakin in a new pair of shoes
This is from a longer work, but I do like these lines. For me, it describes those days when I don't feel put together right, and nothing seems to be going quite as I might hope.
While clicking about on my laptop, looking for something other than news to read, I discovered that I happened to have "Macbeth" and reading just a bit found:
Malcolm:
My liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die: who did report
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As 'twere a careless trifle.
I really liked the highlighted section of Malcolm's comment, as there is definitely the implication that someone was a total waste of breath.
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