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What You Want Me To Be
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July - December 2005 I can't keep pretending to be what you want me to be,
I can't keep pretending that I see things how you want me to see,
Them so happily and carefree,
Cause all those feelings just aren't me.
I've got a dark, deep soul,
Which cannot be satisfied,
It's like a hollow hole,
And although emotions pile up inside,
I can't feel.
I can't breathe.
I'm not going to be what you want me to be.
No, I'm not going to be what you want me to be...
