Hypocry


That day was hotter than usual
I helped people cut off their horns
Without realizing mine started to grow
It's about time
They called me a hypocrite

Funny thing,
Being a hypocrite
It's something I don't want
All I want is to find someone
Who'll guide me cut off my horns

I've being doing things for others
That no one wills to do for me
Maybe there isn't a hypocrite
Maybe there are just people
Who need reminding of what they believe in

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