I am. Therefore I am.
It is a strange thing to be born the way you are. Did I ever have a choice?
From the moment I tumbled into this world, was this meant to be my voice?
It’s a strange thing to be born into a world that came before you. The rules, the expectations.
They sing a song I hear but do not know, and laugh at my vexation.
It’s a strange thing to be born pretty. They say so, therefore I must be.
When I stare into the mirror, my flaws are all I see.
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But I must be confident. I must be bold. I must stay in line. I must do as I’m told.
I must be suave. I must be charming. I must follow their lead. I must not be alarming.
I must have a plan. I must go with the wind. I must be an angel on Earth. I must take time to sin.
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I must. I must. I must. I must. I must. I must. I must. I must.
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I must do everything, it’s easy to do!
I was born with a hole in myself that’s filled up by you,
the gravity of your personality, and I’m the moon.
No quarter in your raid, no space, no room.
No way of comprehending the damage you do.
Never the prince, but always the fool.
By design, so do I, always with a brand or two,
now I must live like a business for the whole world to view?
Now I must fake a smile, sell myself, acting like these things are true?
It takes a poser to strike hot iron, so stoke that fire, let it bloom.
A thousand voices, a thousand songs, a thousand ways I never knew.
I’d say one day I’ll die alone, but I’d have to be someone to make it true.
In a world put in a box I know the words to get me through,
but the moment that lid closes so does mine, and there I stew.
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I’d give myself to see you smile and you’d take it without knowing.
Lost inside this tv show, there’s no reality showing.
Some more bullets in a high school, but here the flowers are growing.
Bouquets on life's next stage where that new voice is crowing.
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Who am I? I don’t know. One day I might understand.
I’ll find the anchor to my depths and lock up the capstan.
Sail the waters of an endless sea instead of beaching on the sand,
waiting for the next captain to grab my head and take command.
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But I am. Therefore I am. I am.
Goddamn.
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