The Real Me


The Real me loves to sing

He loves the rain as it falls in the spring

that person plays in the dirt

The mysterious shaddow loves to flirt

What happend to the person i knew

Did he get lost or sick with the flu

It wasn't overnigh he went away

He clung on to me begged me to stay

But left him in a cloud of dust

A former shell forsaken to rust

But then that person came back in a sling

Taught me to dance and taught me to sing

Now the real me shows right through

The skys cleared up only show blue


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