Is there something wrong with me,
Something I'm unable to see.
Pray tell me what it is,
There's something wrong with me.
I'm not being myself,
It's like I don't even know who I was.
An old puppet kept on a shelf,
Too valuable to toss.
Valuable enough not to toss,
But not enough to be in the show.
It's their goddamn loss,
What is it that they know?!
Can't remember who the hell I was,
Can't figure out who the hell I am.
I'm fighting, but for what cause,
And all I can say is "damn".
— Sadhana
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The Story Of Another Me
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