Look at me
You may think you see who I really am
But you'll never know me
Everyday it's as if I play a part.
Now I see...
If I wear a mask I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
I am now
In a world where I have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
Whats inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I dont know ?
Must I pretend that i'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
There's a heart that must be free to fly
That burns with a need to know
The reason why
Why must we all conceal ?
What we think
How we feel
Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide
I wont pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show who I am inside?
"It takes two hands to clap"
"If one hand were to keep clapping by itself while the other hand did nothing, there will be one fine day where the hand which kept clapping by itself grew tired and decides to stop clapping.
This may be the best because at least the hand knew that it have already done its best to clap as much as it could and there is nothing else it could do.
As for the other hand, it may feel much happier as it no longer needs to hear the sound of clapping ."
Okay... I know one hand isnt able to clap but im juz using hand as an example..
Anyway wat I realli meant is obvious, doesnt need to be spelt out word by word...
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