I know what I write
And I write what I know
And I don't see the point
In pretending.
I know what I see
And I see what to show
I don't see the point
In never mending.
I see the world
But just from my window
I don't see the point
In asking what's missing.
I see myself
And right now I know
I don't see the point
In pretending.
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