7- Not Who You Think I Am

I have a past and no future

I hold on another day

I try not to cry

And still I'm losing it.

For what I've done I've paid my dues

But the way time flies brings me the blues

I'm not a saint, I'm still an human

Still you taint me with your broken pencils.

But I'm not

I'm not

Who you think I am

The whore and the fake

You thought I'd be.

But I'm not

I'm not

Who you think I am

The whore and the fake

You thought I'd be.

So fast it passed the bullets you shot from your mouth

The speed that the feelings came and gone

The image you pictured of me

Was the actions speaking louder than words.

But I'm not

I'm not

Who you think I am

The whore and the fake

You thought I'd be.

But I'm not

I'm not

Who you think I am

The whore and the fake

You thought I'd be.