Treasure - text

I found a treasure ...
I found the self I thought I had lost forever !
Behind jail mirror ...
There is a man, is he a guard or a prisoner ?

I started being rich the day I lost everything
The day the ones I used to call " friends " spit on my face
I started being real the day I lost control
Forget who you are to know who you are
Forget who you are to know who you are !

T.V 8 Bell !
T.V. hate belle !

I've never even dreamt about being a star,
I've always accepted it as a fatality
There's only me, myself and I.

T.V 8 Bell !
T.V. hate belle !

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