Outside I’m talking shit
Outside I walk with a funny hitch
But it’s only a fake limp
Cos I’m a pretend gimp
And inside it’s always the same
Doing battle with my real name
Panic pure, pulse taking
I’ve got five on it
And my promises are breaking
While I try to remember what TRUEBOY should have already known:
That deep inside, my cover’s always blown…
(keep yr head up, stacey)
10.27.2003
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