Just who I've come to be
And which of my lives
Is the true, real me
I may look different
From anyone else you know
Why, though,
Must you stare at me so?
My life is not so simple
It's rather complex, you see
But I try not to dwell on it
Just be friends with me...
I will never forsake you
And never bring you harm
And if you ever need a helping hand,
I'd give you my whole arm.
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