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No life to be envied |
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We look down on you, |
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We poses an essence your averse to |
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We are substance, unlike you, |
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The ability to see through you |
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Your no paragon of virtue, |
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Like a shard of jaded glass |
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You pierce the skin and bleed us through. |
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I takes time, to see you, for who you, really are |
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Reflections, of hatred, that graze life's, lonely scar. |
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Do unto others, as they world would do to you |
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Hypocrite, dictating that smothers, |
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No paragon of virtue |
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It takes time, to see you, for who you, really are |
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Reflections, of hatred, that graze life's, lonely scar. |
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No traits to be envied, |
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Deceiver through and through |
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Set the test you would fail yourself, |
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Unprincipled and cruel |
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Wee see you and we breath you, we live you, |
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Think as you do |
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We waken and we see clear, |
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We learn not to be like you |
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It takes time, to see you, for who you, really are |
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Reflections, of hatred, that graze life's, lonely scar. |
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Do unto others, as they would do to you |
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Hypocrite, dictating that smothers, |
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No paragon of Virtue |
