Who are you?

Time after time I search and try to find the truth beneath the lie that is me
Miles to go, miles to go, Little Miss Rhiannon, counting down from seven, three, "o"
What does that even mean?
Counting down to the dawn of my life?
Or to the dusk?
To go forward as normal as can be?
Or pull a Benjamin Button, strange as all get out?
Am I forever cursed to float in this never-ending maze of confusion and lies?
In the beginning, was there a warning, to not to play with fire?
I never listened.
Did you ever listen?
To countdown from those seemingly meaningless numbers and find who you are?
Be "this year's girl" and be the perfect person, with the perfect smile and perfect everything
Just to watch it shatter from a simple moment.
I think I know who I am, what I've become, I haven't even begun yet

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