You're the queen, and I'm the clown
You call me friend with lips all crave around
I twist and turn inside with doubt
I see my mirror, want to shout
Your rosy blush still shines at sea
I try the same, they laugh at me
It isn't envy that I feel, just fear
I swear I don't cry out of shame, my dear
It's just that I saw you appear.
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