you kept trying to figure me out
shooting then measuring my pout
(they always do)
i've kept you guessing out of pride
or maybe i couldn't say it outright
(i always do)
i'm ashamed to unravel my mind
hid long enough under thick hide
it seems absurd to ever confess
reveal this shameful ugly mess
(it always does)
you guessed wrong everytime
were you enchanted by my lie?
(they always do)
but eventually i will spill
and make this all very ill
(i always do)
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