That moment when you look
That moment when you look at your self and think,
Why is it me that has this body,
Why can't I be the way I want to be?
Oh but I know a way,
Her name is Ana.
Ana will fix it, she always can.
She knows how to make me fit in with the crowd.
But is this really the way I am meant to live.
All I can think is what Ana would think?
But I'm not meant to live this way,
I can live my own way.
I am made the way I am meant to be.
Ana will stick close but not but the door will soon be closed.
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