Who am I
When half of me
Is made out of someone else
And the other is just because
Of this world's existence
Who will hear my voice
In the crowd so loud
They always say ask
When you don't understand
This world
But all I hear
Are echos
To my voice
Of my voice
From my voice
I just want someone
To whisper I hear you
In the darkness I'll find light
Give me this illusion
That there's hope in this world
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