Who am I really?
Who am I really?
Who my mother wishes me to be,
Who the boy next door cant see.
A report card from my first year of school
Or the candles from my tenth birthday
Who am I really?
Who am I really if I am not stuck in my wasted youth
Who am I really if I do not fear losing myself
Who am I really to you
A stranger? A fleeting glance ? A first love? Or a loathed enemy.
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