You imitate art and you imitate life,
but you forgot who you were
and lost all your notes.
You come to me for validation
but all I have is truth.
The truth is that
you never knew
who you were
and nobody cares
who you are.
I could teach you to be me
but you’d just be
a cheap knock off.
Could you honestly live with that?
Look who I’m talking to,
there’s nobody there,
it’s you.
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