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In search for the real me There are a few things I can't see Someday I will be free Well until we finally meet Search my eye, can't tell why Cannot say, I'll have to pay I'll have to learn to take no turns Run from me to be free I'll have to stay far away To protect myself in a shelf In search for my memories A lot of them are out of reach My amnesia holds the key To unlock my reality Can't see the difference between memory Dreams thoughts and reality No longer I will bleed Well until we finally meet From Letras Mania