Identity
Why do people hate,
Why do people love?
No one has ever seen the real me,
I hide myself,
Not wanting to come out,
No one understands or will.
So I hide,
I say the things people want to hear,
But some day I will come out,
The real me will be seen.
Will everyone hate me,
I don't think they'll love me.
Why do people love?
No one has ever seen the real me,
I hide myself,
Not wanting to come out,
No one understands or will.
So I hide,
I say the things people want to hear,
But some day I will come out,
The real me will be seen.
Will everyone hate me,
I don't think they'll love me.