I'm wearing my insides out
There's nothing left for me to hide
Those that say, I hide too much
Come on, take a look
Come and find me
I'm standing here more than naked
I'm standing here in front of you
No one wants to come close to me
No one wants to touch
Then again, who really want's
to know the reality
Reality, It's what we make of it
Reality, It'll take me away someday
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