I am geniune and charismatic,

I wonder what you’re thinking right now,

I hear drums beating from a heartbreak,

I see oblivion breaking my sight,

and I want to be amused.

I am geniune and charismatic.

I pretend to be Sweeney Todd,

I feel gloaming overstepping myself,

I touch roulettes whirling like a vortex.

I worry about the Crimson King taking my psyche,

I cry about shattered mirrors blocking my headway,

and yet, I am genuine and charismatic.

I understand that courage is not perfect either,

I say living without fear itself,

I dream about being Spider-Man,

I try to be a well-round man,

I hope to become a leader, not an eater.

And I am, geniune and charismatic.

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