Dial A Cliché

Further into the fog I fall
Well, I was just
Following you!
When you said :
'Do as I do and scrap your fey ways'
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'Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!'
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But the person underneath
Where does he go ?
Does he slide by the wayside ?
Or ... does he just die ?
And you find that you've organized
Your feelings, for people
Who didn't like you then
And do not like you now
But still you say :
'Do as I do and scrap your fey ways'
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'Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!'
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'The Safe way is the only way !
There's always time to change, son !'
I've changed
But I'm in pain !