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Not to tell you what I need

Not to tell you of my greed

I feel the sun
In the weight of a gun

Does it seem to you
I lied
Every day
Like suicide

No one can tell me
What to do
I wish I could be
Just like you
You seem to care

But is that true

I need a change
Will I imitate
The seeds of fame

The seeds of change

Or will I irritate

This hate away

I cannot be

Like before

Take me back
Then lock the door

Stay outside

Don't wonder why

Don't pretend

Open up
When you hear the door

Here the door

Screams

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