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I see my friends, the real ones
Running to the distance
And I know I won't see them again
Until I realize the horizon
Is not too far to run
Until my ambitions
Seem more real.
I keep myself locked away
I won't join my loved ones
Because I don't think I deserve
The light of day
I'm too naive to know
I'm only ugly in the mirror.
All this beauty on the outside
That I just refuse to see.