My world is a fantasy,
A fiction land, a dream,
My world is a bag of ideas,
Bursting at the seams.
My world is a cavern,
A dark and gloomy cave,
For if you were to enter it,
There's no chance of being saved.
My world is a heaven,
And equally a hell,
And if you had to live my life,
You wouldn't do very well.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
Words spill out from me. A vocabulary lost, devoid of all meaning, The endless monologue will never explain; Revelations into the soul are pointless.
Must we haste And waste the day. Must we worry About what others think. Must we overthink Every little detail. Must we pretend And lie till the end. Must we fight And blur our sight.
What have you become.
You don't wanna know what I've been through. You don't wanna know what this heart has taken. I'm a lone wolf in a world of sheep. I'm a stranger wallowing in the deep. A mind of endless questioning.
My thoughts are my own, My expressions, private. To the world, I'm a closed book, cold and withdrawn. Inside, I'm warm, loving and considered.
I allow you to suck me dry Drain me of all my energy with your twisting, turning and bending of reality Woe is you AND me Fighting out the time spent Consolation vs Devastation You are a...
My life is a mystery, I've never been its master. My life is a story, that has never been a glory. It's full of sadness, and maybe happiness. It's very vain And it cause me pain.
Would you rather be hot or cold. Way too young or way too old. Petite, tiny, well, just small, Or giant, massive, really tall. Way too clever for your own good, Or stupid, as thick as mud.
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