The difficulty in being me
The parched and minced
The storyteller who ran out of words
The boyish charms that girls love
The moves that set any dance floor on fire
I simply lack both
Drove hundred miles
Wearing that blue denim jacket
In a car that coughed carbon
Reached somewhere alien
Somewhere where I never wanted to be
Somewhere they told me there was once somebody’s home
Why can’t I be that somebody
You share my agony
You also knew that the wolves were grey
And they love to rip and bite
But you still stayed
Happily waited for your turn
But the sole satisfaction is
The wolves spare no one
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