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I am human. I have no claws or wishing bones, No song to attract my prey. I am what you see, and see me you may. I wear handed down smiles just to show You, him and everyone, to make sure that you know- I am human, its a sure done fact, I'll scream it from the rooftops I promise you that. But the one thing you'll never see is the joker in my heart. Discarded from the pack; papercuts with every beat, from finish to start. With the 'bud oom' it slits to, I can surely crack a smile. Knowing I have to laugh at the joke some of the while. For I've never posed to think, for a second, for anything, That I'd loose you over a weakness like this. I will die some day. Sure thing. So I'm just too human, weak pathetic thing.