The Tale

Rubbing plants into my skin
In an attempt to look young
It's in black and white

My nails emitting glow
More healthy than my life
And they will grow long after I'm gone

I didn't want to be you
I didn't want to be me
I didn't want to be you

The old man goes for bread
And comes back with a written gift
And only I know
And only I know

That I didn't want to be you
That I didn't want to be me
That I didn't want to be you

I cut my hair four times a year
I pat it down every other day
People often think or so I claim
But it's all in my head

Rubbing plants into my face
In an attempt to look dumb
And only I know
And only I know

That I didn't want to be you
That I didn't want to be me
That I didn't want to be you

I cut my hair four times a year
I pat it down every other day
People often think or so I claim
But it's all in my head

The old man goes to bed
He's more less than wise
It's in black and white

It's in black and white

I didn't want to be you



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