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How does one hide and run till the world's end
From respect, curiosity, horror?
Heart's been crawling the speed of a turtle
To a friend that is making the worst blend!
How does one get from eyes' magnet pull?
How does one take the body control back?
How does one just conceal the heart attack
From more people who are seeing through?
He is always the brightest on stage,
But for what would he try to attract
Both the fans and the man that in fact
Is not ready? Damned to be encaged...
The body line flows like a river,
The beauty makes polar stars envy.
It's no help to try and escape this;
Still, building a wall could stop tears...
But the flame will just break the poor wall,
One will be crazy soon, that's for sure.
Men and women just lack the allure
When they're not him to make one's self go.
Is one happy? A great question, yes,
But the chance of an answer's like zero.
Falling for the group's "mother", that "hero"
Will recluse before he will confess.
But he still comes to one's deepest dreams,
With his lips, always so far from chaste
To have fun and take in one's own taste,
Then just come to a halt, simply beam.
He will burn one, there's simply no doubt:
Coming sooner or later, he'll face that.
How does one, then, escape his large cobweb?
At this point, just burn to the ground!