The Way I Use To Be
The way I use to be is a greater man than now.
For I use to be real happy, now all I am is a clown.
Inside, and out I put on this real big show.
To show all who and what I am, but there is no external glow.
Fake laughter, fake smile, fake everything I do.
I look at myself in the mirror, and ask what has become of you.
I take a look at old pictures, and ask myself what I see.
Is that I use to be a great person, and thats the way I use to be.
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