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The man I want to be
A silhouette in a broken window pane
is the only thing that keeps me sane
the man I want so bad to be
sits miles and miles away from me
perched upon his golden throne
this skin I wear is not my own
an angel in every ones eyes
but suffocating in lies
I've dug a hole in the ground to deep
and from the walls insects seep
my sanity I need to keep
but frightened I begin to weep
trapped in this hole without escape
for my last breaths I gape
as I slowly suffocate
