If in thought for every timeyou had been believed
for everything you had made up
then tell me who might see
for everything you had made up
then tell me who might see
what it is you claim to know
and how you wrote that rhyme
that gave you every prop you said
you'd earn in all due time
it seems a little too well known
to me and I see how
you came up with the perfect scheme
to write your feelings down
you came up with the perfect scheme
to write your feelings down
it was originality
that mended both its wings
but just not from the point of view
of you who had began
to go insane with each attempt
by how you couldn't wake
until you read the verses of
a style you'd imitate
it worked in almost every tone
and every word embraced
I think you ought to bow your head
just lower it in shame
why have a poet as a babe
within the woods unfree
and think that they would never know
what still belongs and breathes
what still belongs and breathes
don't you dare deny it
no, it's not worth it to try
cause I know for a fact you tossed
your style to copy mine
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