identification wannabe acting like a robot manipulated by your idols
when I look at you my soul cries 'cause all I see is a copy of something not real you do everything to fit into a label sorry to say, but you are what the world calls a wannabe
manipulation completed personality erased
in the search of your ID you're getting blind fooled by the trends and not questioning what's behind your brain's turned off and you're in confusion sorry to say, but you're what the world calls a wannabe
no one knows you better than your creator your true id, to him you're a pearl give him your life, get true life in return believe in his scars, through them you'll be whole
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