Are you surprised?
Take a seat
Witness my demise
I tell you the truth
Yet you feed me a lie
Confessions remain
The feast of the weak
Tilt your chin high
Aren't I petty?
A candle to your sun
You'll never see me
As I see you
Don't call my name
For it's common
Maybe I'll always
Remain a stranger
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