Who She Was Meant To Be

Who am I you ask?

The invisible girl behind the mask

Along the ride -- she forgot who she was

not that it even mattered because

She's wandered too far

And now it's too hard

It's too real, too raw

Might be against the law

They won't like what they see

But she has to be who she was meant to be

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