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Sensitive skin Scraped by sensitive information 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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