Why be perceived as that which you’re not?
Play angry music, won’t talk to a soul.
Now no one’s around, you won’t get caught,
Why’s being another your obvious goal?
I walk in at night to retrieve my coat,
In through the back door, entrance unseen.
I hear the sound of a soft soothing note,
Someone else must be hear, what else could it mean?
He jumps at the sight of seeing me there,
I say hi nonchalantly and I that I like the song.
Acting uncomfortable, a sight that is rare,
I wonder why he acts like he’s done something wrong?
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