Mr. Cellophane
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Read my Mind, Read my Face,
It is possible to replace,
Sad, Happy, Fake, Depressed,
It is all there to impress,
Day in and Day out,
A beat isn't missed without a doubt,
With each clique I blend,
My personality will attend,
Like a person with Dissociative Identity Disorder,
Each of me files in order,
The real me is hiding,
As every unknown entity is colliding,
Behind all these other embodiments,
Is a Man looking for some compliments,
A destire to show ones self,
Is still hanging up on a shelf,
So come on and let's be friendly,
It is not like you can see the true me
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