Morning comes, I look into the mirror,
Asking, who's the staring back at me.
For I had played many part,
I've now forgotten my own identity.
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To my parents, that unemployed child.
Yet they still cares for hoping he'll eventually get there.
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To my peers, I was an oddball.
Yet adorably weak and smart, thus is tolerated.
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To my friends, I laughs and teases
Yet it ease their depression, thus it was fine
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To the not my girlfriend, that only man who understands
As there's no commitment, the only she can confide with.
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Yet in the night, behind closed doors.
Inside me, no matter how had I look.
There is nothing, there is nothing.
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Morning comes, I look into the mirror,
Asking, who's the staring back at me...