I live in a world filled with empty lies and broken promises. People projecting a facade like cheap veneer. And here I am, a living contrarian following popular beliefs. A paradoxical quagmire lost in the fog while also grabbing my hand and leading me forth with guidance
Wanting what I can't have And having what I don't want
I am a living contradiction
Often feeling like I am a real life theatrical performance The true meaning of comedy and tragedy But is it all real or just the show inside my head?