| Under your skin
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| With your old fear in mind
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| You painted a canvas of who you think you are
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| You’re always trying to be someone else
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| And who you wanna find
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| When you live inside your cage, trying to escape
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| Maybe you’re someone that I never really knew
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| You’re not alone, you’re not the picture that you drew
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| They don’t know you
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| They don’t know who you are
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| No one can see all the scars that’s inside your heart
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| They don’t know you
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| They don’t know where you’ve been
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| No one can feel what you feel when the pain gets too real
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| Walk of shame, that never seems to end
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| It’s an open wound that calming words can never mend
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| And every day battle to find the strength somewhere
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| Somewhere deep within
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| You’re lost inside your cage, trying to evade
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| Maybe you’re someone that I never really knew
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| You’re not alone, you’re not the picture that you drew
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| They don’t know you
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| They don’t know who you are
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| No one can see all the scars that’s inside your heart
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| They don’t know you
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| They don’t know where you’ve been
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| No one can feel what you feel when the pain gets too real
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| When they look at you
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| They don’t see that you are beautiful
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| All you are is a monster in their eyes
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| Like a stranger, passing through
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| You are just someone they never knew
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| You’re not alone, you’re not the picture that you drew
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| They don’t know you
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| They don’t know who you are
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| No one can see all the scars that’s inside your heart
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| They don’t know you
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| They don’t know where you’ve been
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| No one can feel what you feel when the pain gets too real
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| No one can feel what you feel when the pain gets too real |