Your jaws stuck a gape, your mango frappe’s on the floor
All cos I took a strangers exchange, like a fly on honey
My way of camouflage, it’s unlike anything you’ve seen
Though undoubtedly in my blood, it’s invisible to the naked eye

You say I’m just like them
As the mirage colours your perception too
You think I’m nothing like you
But remember the illusion is never real

You stalk close, binoculars and notepad in hand
Demanding I whisper, the secrets into your ears
You want to blend, not to contrast so much
Despite the paint on your face, they’ll never mistake you
Because in just a moments time, when glass and floor collide
The facade will fail, and collapse on itself

You say you wanna be like them
As the poison colours your perception too
You think you can be like them too
But remember the illusion can’t ever be real

Blessing or a curse?
To be pushed into the category by society
Only to take to it like oil on water
If I didn’t learn to emulate, I’d be dead you see?
I’m really like them ey? But none of that’s me
It’s not the cure to loneliness, like you believe it to be

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