identification wannabe
acting like a robot
manipulated by your idols
when I look at you my soul cries
`cause all I see is a copy of something not real
you do everything to fit into a label
sorry to say, but you are what the world calls a wannabe
manipulation completed
personality erased
in the search of your ID you`re getting blind
fooled by the trends and not questioning what`s behind
your brain`s turned off and you`re in confusion
sorry to say, but you`re what the world calls a wannabe
no one knows you better than your creator
your true id, to him you`re a pearl
give him your life, get true life in return
believe in his scars, through them you`ll be whole
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