They see me, yet they don't,
I'm always there ready to scare,
A fright beneath the wind on your hair.
Others may see me, but you never will
Until I jump from the night upon you
A bloodthirsty monster wanting to change, until it's to late, to see the real you
Change is a powerful thing
It can change the best of us into bloodthirsty monsters
always trying to better our image for someone else, not ourself,
So in the end, you've got a friend, who's always seen me, always there, slowly crumbling everything familiar. And soon you'll be gone, just a shell left with only a name.
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