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And once again
I'm given the chance
To live my weekend
To that dance.
We all know
How last time went,
My reputation
Is a little bent.
So easy to go
With DJ,
I wish I had
Who hides behind this mask of mine,
The one given at birth so fine,
The one who wishes to fit in,
Yet identity sticks like a pin.
Through dance she moves effortlessly,
My True Self
My true self is a lion
A gorgeous one you see
When she stands up fierce as well as tall
A white porcelain doll,
Is never hidden in fear,
She is never covered in regret,
But she has something I love,
The power: To forget...
No mind to consume her time,
No passion to lust for,
What exists beneath my curtain
What exists beneath the wall, the shield, the barricade
What extists beneath this bright smile
Beneath this laugh that lights up the world
What exists beneath my protection