Let Me Be Me




Tomorrow is all about destiny.
Till then just let me be me.
Let tomorrow be yours,
not for me.
Till then let me be me.
Life will be life tomorrow.
In dreams I want to live,
dreams are all I want to see.
Till then let me be me.
You want to be someone else.
In a fake world you wish to be.
I gift myself to you,
just let me be me.

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