I know you see me, I saw you look
as if you could judge me like the cover of a book
Appearances are deceiving, of this I've made sure
for if you want to know me it should not be due to allure
You see what's inside is hidden even from me
So if you have a clue please tell me what you see
For I grow distracted by the pitch black sky,
the fireworks, the gleam in my eye
Can I learn to speak a language I've never heard
And speak it well enough to not be absurd
Will I ever know knowledge and understanding
Or will my life just keep on disbanding?
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