Dan Brown

Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath.
Lost as a boy, lost as a man,
I need to grow up, don't think I can.
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It isn’t brave, and it isn’t clever,
to inflict pain on other people forever.
Life isn’t all about you.
Your life isn’t all about you.
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My name is Dan, and because of you,
I walk with my head down, ashamed to look people in the eye.
My name is Dan, and because of you,
I cannot be free to be who I am, and every time I have to lie.
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Your mind thinks as it should,
And your mouth says as it should.
The words are right, your eyes are bright,
And there’s a smile across your face.
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A is for ache, the ache of my heart.
A is for absurd, which we were from the start.
A is for apologetic, I am I swear.
A is for affection, that will always be there.
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What do you see
when you look at me?
A disgusting, sinful boy?
Or a suitably convenient decoy?
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This is a message to say
I still cry every day.
I think of you,
What we went through.
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If this is a game of hide and seek,
I’m over here.
If this is a fairground ride,
I want to get off.
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My friends.
Where are you?
I want you.
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Love plays games.
Games so complex that it
ends up contorted,
twisted, torn and distorted,
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My shadows.
Anonymous darkness stalking me,
occasionally revealing themselves
to be not so anonymous.
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We rise together, up into the sky,
We join together, watch the world pass by.

We are together, together as a cloud,
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When I
Die, I
want to be buried in a
margarine tub.
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A take on love is something unique -
it depends on a person and what they seek.
What they put in is what they'll get out,
but does anyone know what love is about?
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I don’t know where you came from,
or, indeed, where you’ve been.
But the shimmering aura around you,
is the light I believe I’ve seen.
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I’m awash with a million kisses,
as we tumble into bed.
The most special of them all, though,
is the one you plant on my forehead.
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Its there.
So close you can almost
touch it.
You can smell it and almost
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I am trapped in the bramble bush,
ripped open by savage thorns,
exposing my dirty innards.
I flap hauntingly in the evening breeze,
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I started from a little seed,
Brought about by nature’s greed.
Now I sit, watch the world go by,
But which sad figure am I?
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