Who am i actually.
Who hides behind the mask.
Who am i trying to show off too.
Why do i care.
Why do i follow others.
Little Angel always holding me back, little devil always getting me in trouble.
Work together as teammates seems like a thing.
Society standards seem to halt us and separates us.
Deep down we know that and continue to play along.
Let's play together, just no harm to none.
Fine other people's feelings aren't my business.
We are inseparable no matter what they stone at us.
Everyone else's devil and angel are different than us.
No comparisons will be allowed anymore.
Even when the host presents the mask.
We're still in their thoughts.
No more hiding, it's burning me out devil.
No more pretending, it's cloaking me out angel.
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