The screen, other people,
A person's looked so beautiful to me,
Then turned to a creepo,
What you must ask yourself is what is real,
How does a person change?
Are they one thing in one single moment,
Before their psychie's tot'lly rearranged?
Or do you see what you wish that was there,
Which is really in you?
Everyone's truth is that they are complex,
Though good's what they wish do,
'less they project,
Then they're caught in their mind,
You know what happens when it gets to that,
It is really hard not to be unkind.
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