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You may be changing ever so rapidly
But I never will
I will always be the red rose among white roses
My color different from yours

The beauty of a picture
So much though put in
Whether it be a work of art
Or the work of mad man
They both have meaning
Shakespeare in art form

A drop of rain against the ground
A simple sigh after a frown
Is this who I was meant to be?
Oh will I ever be free?
Will my purpose ever find me?

I was once so much like you
A fool with not a clue
Can no one see inside?
The mirror that I hide?
Winter is here to stay
To stay until I fade away
For love is like Winter
Cold and and pointless

Too much time I have waisted
Too much sighing I have created
Too much crying I have waisted
And though I say never again will it happen
I know, oh yes, I know
That it will

No talent I have that is of mine
Except for my intellectual mind
I may not be the radiant limelight
But I am someone
Condemed to be a "sideliner"
Since the day of my first breath

Oh what will become of me?