I'm brave.
Or so I've been told.
... I'm not like you.
... I just can't.
... You just seem too.
I'm brave.
Because you want me to be.
You, world, you,
didn't ask,
just assumed,
I would be okay with this,
you demanded,
and so,
what's a guy to do?
I'm brave.
Yeah.
I can see how you'd think that.
But I can't look back,
and you can't,
because,
this silly blindfold you make me wear.
I remember who you are.
Everyday.
I remember,
and I fall all over again,
and I remember,
and I know.
That makes me Brave?
Silly blindfold-
can't you see,
the stars falling from my eyes?
Brave, pshaw.
Oh, sweetie.
Brave.
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