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Behind The Filters Behind The Scenes


Behind the filters I am only me Behind the filters Nothing special to see. Trying to be herd, trying to be seen Nice, and supportive And Sometimes mean, But only when I look around And still don't see a change. They tell me to BE what I want to SEE Grown impatient for "The Change" I'm annoyed, frustrated and tired of trying An Outcast Who's at their climax Yet, also still a little boy Walking through woods Made of wax Cause I'm Stuck in a dream, Stuck in a maze, Just trying to find my way. Stuck Behind the scenes of the world With always SOMETHING to say. A Lion Cub With a Lion Roar Its better Out than In, I talk to to much Yet, who's to Judge? That's Who I Am... The End.
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