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Who Wants To Be Me?
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Me (Low) I'm an ironic parody
Of self doubt
And no recognition
I'm playful and hopeless
Without remorse
Let's play with my fire
Taunting my hopes
I wish you didn't
My laughing stock
Is here for sale
And a distant chord
Of hope and joy
Laughs irony in between
The church harmony
With no god approval
Lets bring out again
The new days regret
But of the few things
That come with the dischord
Can we sing again?
I'm a destraught soul
With lead for wings
The one thing I ask you...
...Who wants to be me
