Текст: Thrice. Identity Crisis. Under Par.

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You set the bar too high, you're expectations have become my failure
a shell you see so shallow but deep inside, my heart beats just the same as yours
the same blood through these clean veins, can't you see that I'm in pain
it seems my life is always under par
what can i say to change your mind about what I am
other can see what is hidden from your sight
a kid with courage and heart and his eyes open wide
inner beauty and a bright light
my focus is not yours, I set my sights on new horizons and let my soul have scope
can't you see that I have my own dreams, and though they're not the same as yours
they hold value to me, tell me why can't you see
I'm not the means to mend your past regrets
judged for how I look, not for the good that I have done
I try the best I can, but it seems that I'm not the perfect son
shaped by god, and my volition, and the seeds that you have sown, but I ask you once again, when does my life become my own?