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Harlequin

I don't really know anymore

What it is you are looking for.

I can't say what you see

Is the person inside of me,

Because I don't know who I am

You don't really give a ****

I can put on a smile,

But the truth will be awhile.

I can put on a show,

Even if I wanna let it all go.

I'll always act tough

Even when I've had enough.

I'll act real sweet and peachy keen

After all I'm your machine

Give me a command

One easy to understand.

I can make you laugh

But of me I only give half.

I can also make you cry

It's so easy to tell a lie

 

I'll give you many emotions

 

But you'll never have my devotion

 

I'll perform a charade

You won't know I'm afraid

I'll give you a wink

But in a blink

I can turn away

So give me a line,

Don't worry I'm fine

There's always another day

 

It seems that I can never win

Life's hard for a Harlequin.

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