Look at my hands, you know that I
used to lift them high.
Look at my feet, be the first to see
me fall…
Look at my knees, as I get down on
the floor.
Look at me bleed, now that my
dignity is gone.
Look at my back, you are the first
to see me fall, the first to see me fall.
Am I really what you idolize?
Do you want to see me, be me, and
find the man behind the lies?
Do you really want to look inside,
do you want to know what's on the
other side ?

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