One of us must be real
I say to the weeping wilow tree
Which of us can truly feel
I have two more eyes than thee
My daydream lament simply desolves
The bitterness I love to hate
The roses wilt as the earth revolves
Inside my skin I isolate
Myself
I climb the tree
To try and pull the sky down
But it just stays there
Laughing down at me
So without the slightest sound
I blow my head off without a care
I no longer live
I can no longer give
Myself to your little charity
I get knocked down to the ground
And something kicks me while I'm down
It's time to be the man I've always wanted to be
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