Filter or Lie?
Who am I really without a filter?
Because with it, I feel as if I have shelter
I don`t want them to see the real me
Yet, I feel like I should let it be
1977, Hudson, Walden
With these I feel as pure as a garden
Sutro, Sierra, Inkwell
I have secrets that I`m ahsamed to tell
Hefe, Toaster, Nashville
I have my own free will
Brannan, Willow, Lo-Fi
I can`t help it that I`m shy
X pro II, Mayfair, Rise
This is my disguise
Earlybird, Valencia, Amaro
I`m always hard on myself which explains my sorrow
Is this filter something to make me feel good?
Or to feel worse about myself?
I don`t want to hide anymore
I just need help
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