you think that you understand me
you think that you have figured me out
that you know who I am
that you know all there is to know about me
you think you know me
well you don’t know me
you will never know me
you will never even reach with the tip of your finger what is me
you can try to dig as deep as you want
but the deeper you go
the less you will understand
for your not even digging into me
You’re digging into something else
for I’m cast in iron
and you cannot penetrate me
you think you’re so smart
well I want to kill every genius
Who thinks they can categorize me
I want to drown all the beaches I never see in oil
For they taught me with there beauty
I want to breath smoke, and feel fire
Now I leave you with a better question
If this was me
Why would I tell you anything?
That you let you get inside
Or am I telling you this because I want to through you off
Could the truth be?
That I love romance
And that I think pandas are cute
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