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Everybody stares, but no one understands.
What made this act is always uncertain
and never with joy I turn my face away
Derobe and apprehend, the image is made clear
The mirrors sees nothing as I expect they would
Blank like the pond that I drowned my pride in.
Was I there?
No more marks, No more proof
No one knows me, no one remembers my words
No more tears, No more prints
No one knows me, no one remembers my words
No regret, No clear past
No one knows me, no one remembers my words
No beginning, No clear end
No one knows me, no one remembers my words
Constantly trying, repeatedly failing
To become or to begone is the question that no one asks
Glass-colored thoughts from a transparent heart
Bad luck isnt brought by broken mirrors, but by broken minds
The cage is open and the movement makes all the birds flee
Step by step I've gone into the dark. The movement itself is the only truth.
Self-aware of this perfection as the pattern becomes smoke.
It seems so simple, It seems so possible; I thought you finally smiled.
I finally see
The mirror is clear
We're falling apart
The pond has dried
My face is not mine
My thoughts are just lies
It all turns to dust
I finally see
I see what I see, and I know what I know. But nobody believes in me.
Self-awareness and complexion; the mirrors always change the truth.
I found my self alone again, when things start to fall apart.
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I was hoping for someone to see
but no matter how I try, you fail to understand
pieces been spoken, but not understood
It doesn't matter, we're still falling apart somehow
a decision to be made
into a word, a letter
doesnt mean anything
only true intention does
but you where too blind to see, too deaf to hear
all I wanted was to make you understand
how I would have given it all up
but everything turns out broken in the end
Trying to keep up
I can no longer hold the pace
blindfolded I now seek my way
only to end up right where I started
the truth is I envy you all
you seems to run while I fall
further, further til were all gone
but lately the days just seems to slip on by
I've tried to hold them
but in the end all I want is to be left alone
It's funny how we always say the right things
but it always comes out wrong
I never died, but still I'm a ghost...
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