Some people call me crazy
Some people just don't know me
Some see me as another face
Just another trying to find his place
You can see me and not know what I see
I tear myself open to be free
I take this one last fall
My pride still standing tall
You take my soul and stab through me
You can take my life and still not see
I am not the same as I was before
I just want to find it in my soul, the door
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