"Who am I behind the smiles? Am I still a child trying to grow up in this world of hurt and pain? I look at the mirror asking what will make me the happiest? Cause only God knows, yet I'm still dwelling in death. My tears lay dried up, my breaths are few, like I'm buried in these fairy tales I feed myself daily. Who am I behind the loudness of my personality? The don't take no shit mentality. But, still silent to the ridges of my pedals? Could it be that I'm without substance without no way to feel how I used to before I traveled down this dark road of confusion and a voice noone hears till I'm loud and figured as ignorant? Who am I Lord? Why is my identity hidden? Cause no matter how I loud I scream or how many tears I wanna cry, your among the ones I feel don't hear me. So who am I?"
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