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I don't know whether to pitty those who don't know the truth
or to shout it from the rooftops
is it better to let the city sleep than to leave it restless like me
i want everyone in the world to know that i don't know who to be
i don't know who to think of when i close my eyes
its all muffled inside and its been clawing at me
like a monster under my bed i
rush to turn on the to make the fear go away
but then im just left shivering under the fake pretense
that day light makes things clearer
but it doesn't
day light shows me confusion
makes mirrors reflect my reflection isn't who i imagine
its hard to believe thats what you see when you look at me
i don't feel like that
that mirror image of me is not who i think that you see of me
and i stand shivering in the silent light of my room
hoping the monsters under my bed will stay there