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My father's music
It lives within me
Like his mother's voice
When she sings like an angel
Like my mother's writing
And her poetry
Her mother's sadness
And deep emotions
I made up of the people who loved me
But who I am is what I leave behind
Who I am is what I leave behind
Call me a writer
Or an indie singer
I wouldn't really mind
I'm just a girl
And the things I write about
Are my grand delusions
My frustrations
And bland expression
And I don't blame you anymore
I don't blame you anymore
My suffering is my own
My suffering is my own
And who I am is what I leave behind
Who I am is what I leave behind
Who I am is what I leave behind
Who I am is what I leave behind