See through
I'm a diamond in a rough, clearly if I'm out of sight I'm most definitely
out of mind, me standing in my lonesome could never get recognized,
I guess I have not of the qualitys that's up to parr, when your searching
for your everything, but too blinded by this shield of yours to see its right
in front of you, but I guess I'll always remain see through.
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