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I'd love to know
What it is you'd like me to say
What it is you'd like to hear.
When it comes to being honest
Only one thing is clear.
Everyone else feels it's their place
To update me on the way I am.
I know me better than anyone.
They think they've got the corner
On being vindictive.
They just don't know yet.
After all, can't you see
Their insecurities?
Worn on their lapels like couture.
Fragile fears on fragile fabrics.
I could dance a light-footed jig
Around their sensitivity
And they'd still pick me apart,
And break my heart.
If they spent half the time
They spend on being fake,
On being real - well, I don't know What I would do.
There's so much ego-stroking, my arms get tired.
There's one thing they'll realise soon enough:
I love you,
But I love me more.
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Define yourself or someone else will.
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