I don't know who I want to be,
or what I will become.
I never seem to know quite when the war is done.
A different person everyday;
A false pretense will hide your shame.
A brand new mask,
Another theme,
In the end what will it mean?
Secrets that I have hid so deep
That now even I cant seem to reach.
Who I am, or who I was
In the end, I am the cause.
I never knew from the start
Who I was inside my heart
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