My voice is like desperation
Desperate for my father to see
See me as I come,
As I am
We're on a merry-go-round
360 degrees around our little piece of this world
Let me feel my feet in your shoes
Let all our biased thoughts
Flex and shake loose
Their self-afflicting state
Let's open each other's eyes
So we can see
See each other's reflection
Despite the condensation
That fogs up our mirrors
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