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Never Me

I'm growing now and have been since I found the prism's edge A child inside that died while I just pushed him from the ledge I pushed him from the ledge He found the prism's edge His freedom grasped forever clasped; given to those who sing My growth would wane if not insane, but the ceiling found its wings The ceiling found its wings Given to those who sing Perpetual pain For growth and gain The poison lost its sting Stand in the rain With no disdain For minds that cannot sing Expanding brain No end to feign I'll never be or see The thing I am Please hold my hand... Because I'm never me No, I'm never me The end ahead I'll never reach; not even if I fly My being, there; I'll never care or even want to cry I'll never want to cry Not even if I fly Belonging here, and chasing fear forever through the sky Suspend our dream right here for me as I stare into my eyes I'll stare into my eyes Forever through the skies My nothingness could cause me stress; Oh, I do surmise I wouldn't know, nor could I show a symptom of his lies No, none of his lies Oh I do surmise Pulling up, forever stuck; Do you see through my disguise? I'll rip it off, and bleed so soft, melting through the cries I'll melt right through the cries No more disguise

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