Second Hand Richey Edwards Copy

Gotta write about something new today
change the title, maybe they won’t notice
They love me when I am face down in the dirt
They love me when I have been hurt

I can make suicidal feelings look glamorous
give it a theme of dysmorphia for depth
They love me when I am in agonising pain
They love me when I act insane

I’m not that guy
I’m not that guy
I’m not a second hand copy
I’m not that guy
I’m not that guy
I’m not just another copy

I can apparently connect with people I haven’t met
gather a cult following as a morbid cartoon character
They love me when I burn my arm
They love me when I self harm

Just a vague hello before they pretend to listen
I know the ones who never speak are the ones I care about
They love me when I say die
They love me when I never ask why

I’m not that guy
I’m not that guy
I’m not a second hand copy
I’m not that guy
I’m not that guy
I’m not just another copy

The End

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