It's like a descent into madness; and I know I should be frightened. But here I stand wide-eyed and with a smile on my face.
It's like a dance barefoot on broken glass; and I know I should scream. But I twirl away humming and whispering love-songs to my partner.
It's a nightmare that will never end; and I know I should wake up. But I feel so alive again.
No one can tell me she isn't what I think she is.
No one can tell me she isn't who I think she is.
No one can tell me she isn't what I want her to be.
No one can tell me she isn't who I want her to be.
New friends are hard to come by, and my own sinister hand has overstayed his welcome.
New life is hard to find, and my own breath feels like theft.
New days come and go, and I am only left with memories to regurgitate.
New purpose comes and never comes again, and I left wondering: "What if?"
No one can tell me that she isn't real.
No one can tell me that she isn't mine.
No one can tell that she isn't alive.
No one can tell me that she isn't my friend.
It's like a disease; and I know I should be looking for a cure. But here I lie in my own vomit and blood
It's like a story with no beginning; I know I should close the book. But I cannot wait to the see the gory end.
It's a dream that has no meaning; I know I should try and interpret. But I am far too stupid to care anymore.
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