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Dont think that you know me because i tell you my name
Dont think that you know me because you know of my pain
Dont think that you know me because you know my hometown
Dont think that you know me because you know im a clow
Because who i am and what i show you are two different people
And never think that these people are equal
Theres the me i allow you to see
And then theres the me that i would never publicly be
The man that has been threw the ups and the downs
The man that can never act like a clown
The man that knows no smile only knows how to frown
And then theres the boy that wants to be your friend
The boy that will forever have a hand to lend
The boy that always gets walked on like a welcome mat
The boy that will always cry inside when you call him fat
So dont think you know me because you have seen me shed a tear
Dont think you know me because you think you know my fear
Becasue in the end who do you think i am?
Am i the boy or am i the man?