It's all in my head they said
But they don't see
What I see
Hidden in the dark
The shadows hate me mother
The dark is dragging me down
I see the eyes
The eyes that followed me home
It's in the corners of my mind
It's soot in a field of lilies
Purity corrupted by insanity
But insanity isn't it is it?
Yes, you'd say
But I? I know better
Better than to take my sight
My perception as a threat as a
Curse
Because the things of the shadows
The people with the smoke for hands
They tell me things,
That you don't really love me
That you don't really care
They say that you
You aren't really there
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