So do you like what you see in me?
What do you see in me?
Do you see me jump for your attention?
Re-arrange my life on your maybe?
Or see my desperation?
What do you see...
When I make fun of you even though I thought it was cute?
When I loose myself in dreams on the phone to you and snap back mumbling?
Or do you see immature?
Because when I look at me,
I see a man who just took a different route
For years I used a mask, I think I lost myself in that mask
But I think I found a way out.
Wisdom comes with winters.
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