I'm not myself.
I am someone else.
I talk to me, I converse,
but my thoughts shatter.
They disperse.
In the mirror I do someone see,
but that person just isn't me.
I see this man with coal black eyes
And always he tells me all these lies
But I have to believe in lies that are true.
There's just nothing else that I can do
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
I'm not myself.
I am someone else.
I talk to me, I converse,
but my thoughts shatter.
They disperse.
In the mirror I do someone see,
but that person just isn't me.
I see this man with coal black eyes
And always he tells me all these lies
But I have to believe in lies that are true.
There's just nothing else that I can do