Do you really know the real me?
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I want them to see the real me
I want them to not be blind when it's about me
They say that I'm in binds
Just because of the ways I look like in their minds
And now it's my turn to tell them who is the real me
First look and tell me what you see
They will see a smile full of Blessing
But they will never see the heart that is broken by the media's wind
They will see a veil
But will they know that is cavining my head not my mind
Will they see my eyes's love, caring and fond
Hope that one day they will see the real me.
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