Who is that woman dressed in black
she seems so nice and gentle
but still to me she turns her back
Who is this girl right at her side
so lovely and small
but from some guilt her eyes she hides
Who is the father that i call mine
that kind demon angel in human form
but in the dark, his past, it hides
Who is this family surrounding me
loving and familiar to me since birth
but my name they soil when i cant see
These two-faced monsters
these familiar strangers
what are they hiding
or is it me, that needs the finding
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