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You push your fingers into my eyes,

Searching for the answers in my mind

Like a pickpocket you are trying to steal me blind,

But I don’t scream, I don’t cry in pain

I’ve met your kind time and again,

I keep my secrets and my answers near

Somewhere you’ll never find, my dear

That much is plain to all and very clear,

Yet still you gouge now almost frantically

And you breathe harder as you’re panicking,

Because you’ve blown your cover now,

Not that I ever fell for it for your fakery,

But as a narcissist you must have thought

That I would see through you and you’d be caught.