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I’ve spent so long faking things that
Even I don’t know what makes the real me
It’s the false way everyone else sees me
This elaborate, stupid, selfish act
Am I a lie, or even just a mask?
I’m not sure this even is the real me.
Reality, I simply want to see,
I have so many questions I must ask.
I’ve made it this far with this twisted lie
But I don’t know how long I can go on
I want to be truthful, so I may fly
But I’m on the ground, singing just one song
I now know what and who I really am
Maybe soon I can shed this wicked scam