I thought you could see through my disguise See through the charade of everyday I thought you were different From the others The ones who tell me to Get up Get moving Or get out of the way. While everyone else was herding past, You offered me your hand You were the first to tell me I was worth it. But that was your game, Your play. I wasn't special, not to you. You led me along And I enjoyed the ride, Not realizing that it made me Just like the Rest of them.