Strange Days come and grab a hold of me
Tinkering with a newfound existence
Lost in what I never knew to be real
Watching from behind who I used to be.
I try to embrace this newfound "ME"
And it feels like I am tearing thru my own skin.
How do I know what is real?
Will I ever see the real me?
Tinkering with a newfound existence
Lost in what I never knew to be real
Watching from behind who I used to be.
I try to embrace this newfound "ME"
And it feels like I am tearing thru my own skin.
How do I know what is real?
Will I ever see the real me?
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mariothemonkey:
It was great to meet you, hope to see you at another Pink House
sonet:
next time you fucker..