How do you feel? That is the question
But i forget ... You dont expect an easy answer
When something like a soul
Becomes initialized and folded up
Like paper dolls and little notes
You cant expect a bit of hope
And while your outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember What your staring at is me
Cause I'm looking at you Through the glass...
Don't know How much time has passed
All i know is that it feels Like forever
When no one ever tells you That forever
Feels like home, Sitting all alone Inside your head
How much is real? So much to question
And never dare Make up the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought Came from the heart
It never did Right from the start
Just listen to the noises
No more sad voices
Before you tell yourself Its just a different scene
Remember its just different From what you've seen
“Touch has a memory.” ~John Keats
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