Stranger To Fiction
A stranger to my apathy--
I don't know what to do
For, deep inside, I am not free:
I yearn to be like you
I don't know what I'm doing, Love
I send my heart below
When Push Becomes A Violent Shove
There's nothing left to show
For, I'm aware of what I feel:
Still foreign to my peer
Yet, I am blind to what is real:
To Lie is my career
I sleep in ambiguity
Then live unlike the rest
For, deep inside, I am not free
And, all untruth is dressed...
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