Mother I'm not what you say
You can't seem to believe this is still true
Father so I made you frey
You seem to forget I'm just like you
Can't you see that I am just like you
Diabalical, cynical, mimical I'm still me
Diabalical, cynical, mimical I'm still me
Can't you seem to see that this is you
Tomorrow if you let it be
You might remember times when skys were blue
Might remember times when skys were blue
Diabalical, cynical, mimical I'm still me
Diabalical, cynical, mimical I'm still me
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