Do it all and start over, again and again, it's almost safe to say I'm hungover. I'm the great pretender putting on a     masquerade. Waiting for the crowd to see, yeah this has got me wide awake. All of the mannequins seem to be the same, sadly for me I'm the only one to blame. Blending in when I'm supposed to stand out and not give in, they have two sides; black or white, but I have one and it seems to be right. Gray. Like I said I'm wide awake but it's not just any other day. The sun is out I shouldn't be afraid. Now that it's bright I hope they get to see the person that I call "me".


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