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He lives in fear Some will discover He lives in disguise Like a spy undercover. He lives in suspense, Did he let something slip. He lives in madness Like a bad acid trip. It’s a topsy-turvy world Where lying is the stock-in-trade. False approval from peers Is the payment for deals he made. The pats on his back Are what he does the whole thing for. The social approval gives Gifts to him too grand to ignore. He lives in fear Some will discover He lives in disguise Like a spy undercover. Pride in who he is A distant world he cannot see. An Everest to climb That threatens his mortality. He has to lie constantly Or forget himself accidentally. Telling the truth will Remove his sense of morality. He lives in suspense, Did he let something slip. He lives in madness Like a bad acid trip. He doesn’t trust feelings They make of him a criminal. His relationship with pride And self-esteem is minimal. That others can be free Can never apply to someone like him. He hears there is liberation But his own chances are very slim. He lives in fear Some will discover He lives in disguise Like a spy undercover. He lives in suspense, Did he let something slip. He lives in madness Like a bad acid trip.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
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He lives in fear Some will discover He lives in disguise Like a spy undercover. He lives in suspense, Did he let something slip. He lives in madness Like a bad acid trip. It’s a topsy-turvy world Where lying is the stock-in-trade. False approval from peers Is the payment for deals he made. The pats on his back Are what he does the whole thing for. The social approval gives Gifts to him too grand to ignore. He lives in fear Some will discover He lives in disguise Like a spy undercover. Pride in who he is A distant world he cannot see. An Everest to climb That threatens his mortality. He has to lie constantly Or forget himself accidentally. Telling the truth will Remove his sense of morality. He lives in suspense, Did he let something slip. He lives in madness Like a bad acid trip. He doesn’t trust feelings They make of him a criminal. His relationship with pride And self-esteem is minimal. That others can be free Can never apply to someone like him. He hears there is liberation But his own chances are very slim. He lives in fear Some will discover He lives in disguise Like a spy undercover. He lives in suspense, Did he let something slip. He lives in madness Like a bad acid trip.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
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