I can tell,
What you’re thinking.
I know you can lie,
Without blinking.
I can get,
Inside your head.
I can see all the things you think,
Reflecting to yourself in your own bed.
I know,
What you see.
When you turn and look,
At me.
I can get,
Inside your head.
I can see all the things you think,
Reflecting to yourself in your own bed.
Please just stop,
Labelling the “goth”
Cause really we’re all in,
The big school broth.
I can get,
Inside your head.
I can see all the things you think,
Reflecting to yourself in your bed.
I can see,
You’re reprimanding.
You seem confused but what I’m doing
Is called understanding…
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