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the point of this charade?
There comes a time when you can't ignore the identity overload
Hey clown, here's your paint and your big red nose
Chasing

and day
They won't understand
Just hate on my name
It's sad they'll hate me
All because a label I've gained
The pain brought by the lie
That I shall

off
Just text me, don't call
Don't know me at all
What's the pin to my card?
"How you been?"
We ain't friends
Identity no fraud
100% me
So just give me

Supersoul

Supersoul

As time goes by

You will realize 

Supersoul’s are hard to find

You’ll miss the ways I play

You’ll miss the words I say

a person's greatness
Or we make them question their identity, and arrive like a cold morning to wake them up and make them forget Their dreams, with words we

transfixed by our photographs
You take anything and more I’d look ahead but keep going back
You take anything and more

You’re a beautiful nightmare
Nightmare

to answer
Why I pretend I don't know them when I pass by, why they send a text and I never reply
Why my eyes close with peace the moment my head hits

population

On the beach by palm trees
Sun just hit 99 degrees
Layin down enjoyin the breeze
Pina colada yes please
This summer gon be lit
I think I made a hit

it
Unhealed traumatic wounds is what causes anxiety, depression, insecurity, worthlessness
And the number one thing, losing your identity

You feel

were said by the elders
I was young and didn’t understand, but truss me I felt the
Disgust, it was ruff thinking “why don't they like me?
Apart from my

with everyone but myself
Versions of myself I've been searching will acquire some help
Squire is my mask to hide my true identity truthfully all my

copped,
vapor you bought, 
identity loss,
shootin your shot,
missin the pot, 
pop off witcha soul you just fought,
style that I got, come from the pot,
it

of dangerous national terrorists
they trust in collected files cos figures never lie

All his counter evidence
Were blocked by their arrogance
A criminal

Oh, imposed identities
Oh, your viewpoint narrowing
Oh, to shed formality
Oh oh oh, the leap from certainty 

Start a fire, abruptly we conspire

birth we are searching for tenderness

For the love we need and acceptance we seek without cautiousness

With every day that goes by our demands grow

Everything kept passing by

Andy had no pride
Andy was a problem child
But no one ever cared
Cause this happened anywhere

And now he celebrates his loneliness

run dry
Expression of anger Testify.
.. fight... Frustration as a catalyst Our lifesblood
and identity Channel anger into a righteous act Deconstruction

don't need permission)
You wrapped up, you tied up (whoa!)

Why as the time goes by?
You learn the "what" and the "how" but not "why"
Why you want me just

Every story has a writer whose life has been inspired by love or a desire to get inside of the mind of the reader or at least get to the next page

I’ve been looking for, 
looking for the tag that’s been tied around my neck.
I’ve been searching for, 
searching for an identity that’s found in You.

'Cause it hurts to feel

Our birth, by design, a farce
A cell turned to a machine
Via screens and magazines
My feet are ravaged with atrophy
From

to conceal your identity
Once the last cage is emptied and destroyed
And the last facility has been razed to dust
They'll come crawling back to thank us

When I look up to the heavens 
Then I'm blinded by the stars 
That's the power of God 
Observing your beautiful creations 
In admiration

the troll you filthy pig?
I cannot believe it I've been cast aside
Another one is easily set up
I've got identities by the dozen
Let's bring this piece