some days i don't even recognize me
that's when i feel the danger.
i've known myself my whole life
and still my reflection's a stranger
how can i expect you to understand when i don't?
how can i divulge my essence, not knowing how it would
look, or feel, or taste, or act -
not even knowing how it should?
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
some days i don't even recognize me
that's when i feel the danger.
i've known myself my whole life
and still my reflection's a stranger
how can i expect you to understand when i don't?
how can i divulge my essence, not knowing how it would
look, or feel, or taste, or act -
not even knowing how it should?
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