Insane
Say itOh please
tell me
who it is I am
Will you?
Scream it at me
Make up a word to explain the impossible
Hand me the list of things I am
Because I have to perfect it, you know.
Like,
How can I live,
without my identity drawn out?
Telling me who I'm supposed to be
and how to become it.
Try to perfect me all you want
lable me insane.
I will wear it proudly.
And show all you fakes who I am
Try to "perfect" me all you want!
I have a heart and a mind of my own
Ready to take you down.
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