Close behind the film layer,
A lonesome creature finds happiness.
And I disappear.
I recede into my shell
Hollow for most of the may out,
You're going to have to break through my skin.
You can't reach me, I'm already gone
This time Id is in full control.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
Close behind the film layer,
A lonesome creature finds happiness.
And I disappear.
I recede into my shell
Hollow for most of the may out,
You're going to have to break through my skin.
You can't reach me, I'm already gone
This time Id is in full control.
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