Sometimes when I'm alone with you,
I think of all the things I'd do,
If you'd only see.
The kind of man I really am,
The things that you don't understand.
Whose life can this be?
The hero of a thousand dreams,
Can do anything or so it seems.
But look deep inside.
The darkness that invades the light,
The truth is there, just out of sight.
I just wish it wasn't me.
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