Because in the end I'm still standing in the corner like I like or don't like I have yet to decide but I'm laughing with myself;
vanity never got me anything.
So I'll wear exactly what I like or what you want me to like or whatever I found on the floor and I'll collect more and more until I finally realize what I chore it is
Pretending who you're going to be each day.
Dress me in grey Stick me in a simple box Set me on fire and throw me to the rocks in the sky that always reflected the dreamy mist of another life into my vacant eyes.
Tied down Being strangled by the ropes of lust If offered a hand Would you take the help ? Stranger, oh stranger That is what i am A stranger extending his stranger hand. Accept or decline, the choice is yours
These are my words The words in my head The things that i say While i'm drifting away The words that never have, and probably never will come out.