I see your happy exterior
I see you broken within
Maybe its because you think you're inferior
Maybe its those who greet you with nothing but a grin
Your home is the road least travelled by normal men
The bumps and the holes like the dents in your sanity
Always trying to find your way to that destination again
Your judgment clouded by bitterness and prophanity
I see you seeking approval
I see you wanting to shock
Maybe its that you fear fames' removal
Maybe its because you need an emotional rock
Yours is a life without a semblance of normality
Unable to go out for a pint with a friend
They don't understand this is your reality
They fawn and they gush, all their "love" they will send
I see you weakened by age and disappointment
I see you wanting to just back off and rest
Maybe its time to cure this ailment
Maybe its time to do what you think is best
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