I Will Not Let it get to Me
by Me
The feeling creeps;
I should feel bad.
I will not let it get to me.
That slithering tongue,
which whispers to me:
"you will always be alone
there is no one for thee."
I will not let it get to me.
For all I've known and all I've done,
for all the pain and all the fun,
Too great a man to be mundane,
this life of glory I have made,
should make me proud and never vain,
to stand on rooftops, free of shame
and shout my truth into the rain:
"I will not let it get to me!"
I will not let it get to me.
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