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My own eyes betray me. They fight down any chance of peace. I approach you as a friend, and they **** you into foe. Scatter my handshake into reproach. I promise, my intentions are clean Even if they give you ***** looks. If there’s one person you can’t trust It’s that ****** that sits at your emotional steering wheel. He looks like you Dresses like you Sounds like you Everyone thinks he IS you. He’ll take any ******* chance he’s got to drive you into brick walls And bail for you to take the blame, 
 Nothing but a dopple-ganger Trying to justify the actions of a psychopath Who stays out of sight Convenient, 
I’ll always take the fall.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
Dopple Gangers
My own eyes betray me. They fight down any chance of peace. I approach you as a friend, and they **** you into foe. Scatter my handshake into reproach. I promise, my intentions are clean Even if they give you ***** looks. If there’s one person you can’t trust It’s that ****** that sits at your emotional steering wheel. He looks like you Dresses like you Sounds like you Everyone thinks he IS you. He’ll take any ******* chance he’s got to drive you into brick walls And bail for you to take the blame, 
 Nothing but a dopple-ganger Trying to justify the actions of a psychopath Who stays out of sight Convenient, 
I’ll always take the fall.
#self#promises#depression#life#eyes#death#confusion#personality#intentions#doppleganger
Alex-Meyer
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Alex-Meyer
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
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