Текст песни Identity 101 - MC Pooja

She's losing faith from the past few times
If I said otherwise, I'd be lying (I'd be lying)
So, her social life's out the window
And her care is going to crawl
Her ID is all she has left
Then she can't move down onto the bets
For that, she would need her head to be for let
Spacious enough so the friends coulda met
But that's gone and so she moves on
But as her friends left her, the ID tagged along
Tryna get down and move around
But she can't seem to get a push up from the ground
So she tries to pull up from the back
See where her identity may be at
It's flat, nothing can get it back
Losing it like her brain's on a lack
And she tries to get it back from a sleep (hit the peak)
Hit the peak of the week
That's probably it for that then
No alarms went off like Big Ben
Stuck here, thinking of what to do next
No one to go to, no one to text
When I say no one, I mean no friends
Pretty much left her, down to her end
And that is it
Left her head to get down and split
She'll never reunite with them again
That can't be fixed (no way)
Sometimes you'll miss
Knowing yourself, see yourself in the mist
It is worse for her
Without your identity, you won't grow like fern

From her face, there are no more gleams
Her ID left and took away her nice beam
Forever cut at the seams
Never recover from this it seems
Your ID is your national heart
Play in the park, get that and go far
I know her, not tough-faced like tree bark
Wishing her ID would come back while laying in the dark

Is that it though?
Movin' a bit mad with that no ID business, no?

For me, it's a hard thing to understand
Never had this issue
I live way too comfortably
(Not for her it seems)
I just don't get it
But I think her heart's shredded
Oh my, how will we ever mend it?
Dunno if IDs can be mended
Probably a lost cause
Still want to try and find it, of course (of course)
"Why didn't you respond to my text?"
Screaming at the phone
All alone
That's all that she knows
At this point
Might as well be seen by a drone (she's dead inside)
For her, being empty inside is in
And it's no sin
Stuck inside a pet shop on display
No boys to come in
Getting up feelings, getting up feels
No more meals to fall down the hills
Her heart's racing fast, no car
Around the life track, it goes fast
Stuck inside her own little world
Won't get out, this door won't (open)
Refusing to search for herself out there
Her ID's in the air
And it's no use, the boys in blue
Can't even find her excuse
They just dismiss any outright passage of her life not moving true

From her face, there are no more gleams
Her ID left and took away her nice beam
Forever cut at the seams
Never recover from this it seems
Your ID is your national heart
Play in the park, get that and go far
I know her, not tough-faced like tree bark
Wishing her ID would come back while laying in the dark (deep in the dark)