If I must I will find it
If I can't I'll make a counterfit
I can copy the original
Without being pretentious and cynical
I won't even take credit for it
Not like YOU really give a shit.
And so I march on down the road most traveled
Looking for shortcuts in the eyes of the lost
And seemingly the only thing that I have gathered
Is that living my life seems to come at a pretty expensive cost.
If I take it before it is built
Can you imprint my name into this quilt?
A patch for my birth would be great
Maybe even a picture to remember today's date
I just want a sense of who I am
Instead of a different me for a different scam.
I mean it is good to be flexible
And to fit in right?
But I can only bend so far
and then I break at night.
You could black out the sun with my fear alone
Like an undercover agent I feel that my cover is blown
The spy has been taken hostage and subject to torture
With the fire burning bright you watch in the darkness
I mean what the hell could you have done?
The spy gathers every bit of courage that he can harness
Looks you deep in the eyes and you realize what you've become.
I was the one who was the rat?
Oh my god I wish I can take it back!
I wish I could make things like they used to be
When I was young and nieve was the way to see.
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