Real Self
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My friends try to set me up many boys
And when they do I feel torn inside
Wishing desperatly that they knew the truth
I don't like boys, they aren't my type
I like girls with long legs and pretty smiles
Day, it is the day where I hide myself
Light reaches for every dark spot, nothing to hide
Talks are short, superficial, lacks any personal substance
Talks are loud, ornamental, giving no inclination in anything
