It seems to contradict my soul to core.
Alone, alone to hide the beast of me
And keep the image pure and clean and free.
People wouldn't understand the face
I'd show them in this wretched, ugly place.
I couldn't stand to have them know that I
Am so convinced I'm only here to die.
Much, much better to keep a dream alive
And let them all believe I'm five by five.
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