With this PRIDE I RIDE and travel miles
I HIDE what's inSIDE
The crying CHILD
I walk in the middle of a WIDE street
Like a BRIDE walking down the aisle
I SIDE alone and convice myself
This GUIDE inSIDE never LIED
With this ESTEEM I go EXTREME
Deep into my own THEME
And refuse to DIM my face
Let it BEAM
For I'm my own TEAM
Yes I TRIED to befriend many
But we never clicked
I CRIED for that
But eventually my tears DRIED
Got FRIED and burned away
So I could also look like a BRIDE
And fake the PRIDE
I am my own BEING
Trying to make a LIVING
This comes with SURVIVING
In this cruel and lonely journey
AcceptING rejection with a smile
And not even try to convince anyone to like me
I'm dat lion that hunts alone
If there no cheetahs or any other underdogs to share my meal with,
More for me!
With this STRENGTH
WEALTH and HEALTH shall follow me
DEATH bows to me
Like it OBEYETH he who DWELLETH in me
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