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and who are you the one i address the empty air i rage against the conscience
there's no one here i respect more than myself but yet
i seem to need to prove that i am capable even though i've always known it
i seem to need your anger your disgust to trust i'm not this person i've never been
you are my fear in every stranger every friend
you are derision embarrassment shame and god don't make me feel this way again
your voice is not my mother's but it's close and the roots i'm sure
are christianity and golden rule and don't rock the boat

baby
you are everything i hate
all the words not said to my face
all the soul-less masses moving without grace
and i would love you if you'd let me
but you never do