There's a crowd outside
And an army in my head
I thought I found you to confide
By that nearly left me dead
Shadows of the past wane away with time
But you, my dear, will not fade so easily, I fear
I can write about you with a rhyme
And turn my nose up in the air at you, and give you a sneer
Underneath my pristine exter, there's a light
Shining ever so bright like a lonely flame to a candle
And despite my flaws, I may not be pure white
But for your skinny self, I'll be your obtuse angle
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