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It's all about me,
that's how i see it.
And how can i help myself,
when often it's true?
How can anyone ignore
when people swarm them?
How can one deny
when they are made a center?
That's why i can't still say
that i am not Conceited.
When someone sees the truth,
and knows how many love them,
they get this kind of pride
and think that everyone's like that.
Yet i can hold this modesty
and still say that's only half-true.
I might try and feign this pride
by saying i'm better than you,
but it takes someone to see that i'm lying
to make me admit it to you,
and even then i may lie.
because i am Conceited,
i can only see me.
i think no body else exists
outside of seeing me.
It's not my fault i'm like that,
i swear this true be true,
i've told you it's been in my head,
they drilled it in at school.
you listen to those teachers words,
they tell you that you're special,
and once you hear it once or twice,
it never disappears.
Conceited as i may be though,
you know i'm there to help.
I live to carry on my shoulders,
all these people's words.
But i am strong and i am tough
and i can tell a lie,
so all these words you trust in me,
i'll hold until i die.
Because though i am Conceited,
i care about my friends,
and any promise i might make,
i'll keep it til the end.
Don't think i say these things on purpose,
i only want repent,
for you see i couldn't help
but show this other self.
And so in my distressed mind
i thought it right i say,
don't think i mean it when Conceited,
it's just me being the me today.
 Your-Angel-Eien · Thu Jul 02, 2009 @ 07:26pm · 0 Comments |
