In all the things I've been
Have I ever been myself?
Has every friend I've ever had
Been a way to hide from the world?
Has every lesson that I've learned
And all that I've attained
Been just a route to run away
From the person I became?
I've never been more lost
Than when I look into my past
I see the roads that I followed
But can't divine why I chose the path.
And if you can relate
To a mannequin without a face
Then you know exactly how I feel
Because I've never really known
Where to call a home
And don't know how to tell what is real
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