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They can't tell me who to be cause I'm not what they see. How can the world want me to change? They're the ones that stay the same. They can't see me, but I'm still here. They can't break me, as long as I know who I am. I want a moment to be real. Want to touch things I don't feel. Wanna hold on and feel I belong. You can't take me and throw me away. I am a question to the world, not an answer to be heard. Or a moment that's held in your arms. And what do you think you'd ever say. I won't listen anyway. You don't know me, and I'll never be what you want me to be.
nu vet vad jag vad jag borde vetat.
nu vet vad jag vad jag borde vetat.
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