This is my identity
one of my quality
never question its presence
it would never make sense
Being me,
Being me,
Don't you try to change me,
or else i would flee.
Voices i raise
when you are wrong
though you love your praise
but that's the way i've been along
I stand up for me
as the time has come
who cares whose next to me
all have grown numb
You'll never realize what i am,
Coz this is my identity
I listen to the inner me
one of my quality.
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