When I look at you I see you.
When I touch you I feel you.
When I smell you I smell your cologne
but my heart keep telling me you're not the real you.
What I see is just your image pretending to be you.
Where are 'em now?
They made you hide it and lie.
You did so and it hurts you after,
lies kills happiness truth spread it all over your ways.
You always walk on their ways,
what about yours?
Tongue can cheat but the face will always act.
The face will always tell the truth from inner you, your heart will never lie.
They can control your mind and never your heart.
Where is the real you?
Where is your love?
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