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Description
What people see is not the real me.
The boy in black, hiding from the sun,
He is something caused by depression.

The real me,
Loves to lay in the sun.
He likes walking for hours on end.

The boy who wants to die,
Isnt really me.
Just something born of feeling alone.

The real me,
Hates wearing shoes.
He loves to sing and play gutair.

The Boy who sits in his room,
Alone and in the dark,
Is only there cause he feels unloved.

The real me,
Is very different then me everybody sees.
I want to show the world,

The real me.

Description
What people see is not the real me.
The boy in black, hiding from the sun,
He is something caused by depression.

The real me,
Loves to lay in the sun.
He likes walking for hours on end.

The boy who wants to die,
Isnt really me.
Just something born of feeling alone.

The real me,
Hates wearing shoes.
He loves to sing and play gutair.

The Boy who sits in his room,
Alone and in the dark,
Is only there cause he feels unloved.

The real me,
Is very different then me everybody sees.
I want to show the world,

The real me.