He wants me to act the way,
His consciousness portray
Then bestow the title of counterfeit upon me,
Since I am not his perception of, she
And tells me, oh love I am not a unique prey,
More like astray.
She moves to create her own, individual landscapes.
Strikes the chain of intrusive thoughts,
As he walks on agony through this blue!
He is in the deep end; he doesn’t know what's true!
And it's too late to turn back, dream shatters as broken pots.
Strikes the chain of intrusive thoughts,
As he walks on agony through this blue!
He is in the deep end; he doesn’t know what's true!
And it's too late to turn back, dream shatters as broken pots.
He found faith in green hues
Isolated yellow and grey goose
In the landscapes of her views
So, I go and apologize to she
The one who truly comforts me.
Isolated yellow and grey goose
In the landscapes of her views
So, I go and apologize to she
The one who truly comforts me.
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