I've never been an answer man
not too good working with my hands
haven't been that guy to catch a glance
or catch someone's fall where I stand
sat and watched as the moments drifted on by
always wondering, never asking
why they weren't mine
I scream at myself until my ears bleed
I point my finger in the mirror
at no one else but me
The reflection looks real
but it's all a lie
twisted, backward version of the truth
Me, Myself and I
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