Behind the lights I am
Behind the masks, the lights, the flash
I’m here, I feel, I fear
The truth told by the melody only in my head is a felony
Behind the flash and the pretentions of trends
I’m week, I’m raw, I feel like no one ever saw
Behind the lights
I’m strong, I’m wrong, I cry and don’t feel at home
Because in the end this world is all pretend, I lose myself; that ain’t no honor
I’m more than filters and shine
I’m quirky, nerdy, imperfect and silly at times
Without filter I am ME and there is nothing to hinder. #NoFilter
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