Just a Man
How do I exist , with such stubbornness.
To know is such an instrument.
You blow smoke, higher then that old oak.
Acting like you demonstrate hope.
In reality, it's a facade you see.
What a show, you don't fool me.
I'd like to say it's all a joke, to see you choke,
Magnifies the untold lies.
Beneath those pretty green eyes.
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