would ask you about myself
you wouldn't know how to answerI would ask myself
I don't have the answersmy reflection has left the mirror
my shadow is missing
feels like I'm a ghost
it's getting too cold
how have you been
is this it
I should be able to ask you a simple questionI haven't really told nobody
I have a fake laugh
I don't know where to find the real oneno one knows
I live for the rain
the sun
and the cloudsI'm obsessed with the moon
I talk to the starsI sleep with the lights on
I'm raining on myself
I'm so sadI want to ask you
who do you think I amyet I've never revealed myself
to anyoneI'll ask the moon
I'll ask the stars
I'll tell the sun
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