If I was your sort of person,
I couldn't call myself a son,
I couldn't be who I am,
couldn't call myself human.
you're living a lie.
I'm living a lie?
says the one who denies,
the perfect setting,
for scenery unsettling.
I thought I knew me,
guess I was wrong,
and wrong for so long,
and now the question is subtle,
© 2010 The Still Air
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