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My hair was long and shiny.. you said you can't believe… how could i walk out that door, or walk along the streets… you told me i should, you know, do some bing bang curly wirly afro thing.. i took your word and did… looked in my mirror, "who's that freak?" Why does the world deceive? Why do I make believe? took my heel and made Achilles out of me… still i would want to be Someone who'd answer to me. Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint, feels like an angel-never mind the broken wings, and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star, as long as the fire remains. The vase beside my bed, it's empty beside my bed, it's empty-almost dead. It's for all the flowers I'm gonna give you," he said, and now it's collecting dust instead Why does the world deceive? Why do I make believe? took my heel and made Achilles out of me… still i would want to be Someone who'd answer to me: Sees like a child, gives like a saint, feels like an angel-never mind the broken wings, and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star, as long as the fire remains.