| No life to be envied
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| We look down on you
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| We poses an essence your averse to
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| We are substance, unlike you
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| The ability to see through you
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| Your no paragon of virtue
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| Like a shard of jaded glass
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| You pierce the skin and bleed us through
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| I takes time, to see you, for who you, really are
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| Reflections, of hatred, that graze life’s, lonely scar
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| Do unto others, as they world would do to you
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| Hypocrite, dictating that smothers
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| No paragon of virtue
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| It takes time, to see you, for who you, really are
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| Reflections, of hatred, that graze life’s, lonely scar
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| No traits to be envied
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| Deceiver through and through
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| Set the test you would fail yourself
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| Unprincipled and cruel
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| Wee see you and we breath you, we live you
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| Think as you do
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| We waken and we see clear
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| We learn not to be like you
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| It takes time, to see you, for who you, really are
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| Reflections, of hatred, that graze life’s, lonely scar
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| Do unto others, as they would do to you
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| Hypocrite, dictating that smothers
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| No paragon of Virtue |