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Not that Guy

Iím not the guy you think you see
The realization of imagery
The kind of guy Iíd like to be
Iím not the guy you see in me

My epidermis fits the mold
And looks like him Iím often told
But underneath itís dark and cold
And far too small to fill the hold

I play the partóat least I try
But the inner me is not that guy
And though I hate myself and wonder why
It doesnít make me more that guy

Iím not the guy you think you see
Though someday I aspire to be
Then he and I will turn to we
And be the guy you see in me