By Leonard Pigg
I see you out there in the world, acting the way you do
There is nothing righteous about you
Your chains of gold keep you shakled down
As you strut all around this old town
The desires in your head don’t match what’s in your heart
While you kiss the girl, you want to tear the boys apart
You shake my hand, walk away and curse under your breath
Pretend that we’re old friends, while you plot my death
Jealous of all the things that you imagine I am
When you really shouldn’t give a damn
I’ve always been one to share the wealth
You don’t realize, because you lack mental health
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