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If I don't know who I am, then what will I tell everyone? 
A scuba diver without his mask is just a body in water 
A father without a child is just a stranger 
A lion's head on the wall is a symbol of wealth, 
Not strength
If I don't know who I am 
Then what will people say about me when I'm dead? 

How could this possibly have happened to me 
With the apple in the pig's mouth?
It’s not as red as my cheeks when I’m around you 
But it’s fresher than the lines in my head to try and impress you 
But you’re still my good luck charm 
And always will be 

And how could you be God with all those rips in your pants?
The doctor said, sometimes words fail
But I need to trust you 
When your holding the scalpel in your hands 

But how could you be God when you need a dog to protect your land?
The doctor said, sometimes words fail
The doctor said, sometimes words fail 
But I have to choose to trust you 
When you’re the one holding the scalpel in your hands 

If you wanna be a leader,
You have to lead once and a while 
Part of a lion’s prowess 
is standing tall on the highest rock
When no one else will 
If you wanna be a hero 
You have to save something once and a while 
And writing letters and putting them on doorsteps 
Is not the same

I wish you held me as close
As you hold the pill bottle to your side 
It's so sardonic how you act like it's nothing to depend on them 
If you wanna be a hero 
Then you have to save something once and a while 
And the way your pills have given you a new life 
Is not the same 

A preacher without a story is just a scammer 
A lawyer without a paycheck is just a liar
And myself without defining traits 
is just a shell of what I could've been 
If you wanna be a beautifier, 
You have to feel beautiful once and a while 

Since when did hating ourselves become satire?
Only when it boils over, is when we yell to cease fire 
And I’ve never cared to be popular
But everyone loves having fans 
And how could you be God 
as such a harsh judge of character 
without a gavel in your hands?
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