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Its not love And it sure ain't respect It isn't that I look up to you, In fact the opposite. My decisions you make My dislikes you dictate My actions you limit My dreams you restrict Confined to the consequences of your past actions People's interference to view this show you produce, present, an act all in one, A one man show The villain you are The hero they think Charming, pleasant and helpful, Greedy, overbearing and forceful. A showpiece on your windowsill I remain Still sane
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
Still Sane
Its not love And it sure ain't respect It isn't that I look up to you, In fact the opposite. My decisions you make My dislikes you dictate My actions you limit My dreams you restrict Confined to the consequences of your past actions People's interference to view this show you produce, present, an act all in one, A one man show The villain you are The hero they think Charming, pleasant and helpful, Greedy, overbearing and forceful. A showpiece on your windowsill I remain Still sane
simpleton
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
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