what’s real?
what’s true?
Who’s who?
Who’s you?
Used to trust a smile used to trust a friend ,
but now it seems just a means to an end.
Living the dream, being a theme
now just a part of someone elses scheme.
Need to stay free, not be theirs ,just be me.
Talking my talk not thinking of a fee.
In the end what’s real what’s true?
The only thing that matters is what makes me me,and not you.
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