Look at my amber eyes
Blank, big yet full of pity
I know inside I'm nice.
I am me, you just don't see.

These bloody hands I have
were God's key.
MY heart had a bit of love,
I am me, you just don't see.

Yet my brain confuses emotions
I have inside. Yet this is me -
But you end up in false conclusions
It's not me you believe to see.

Amidst all of it,
I still have my sanity.
Our brains just don't meet...
I am me, you just have to see.

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Dec. 7, 02
7:10 - 7:20 pm