I see my life through plexiglass Trying to bulletproof the past, Nostalgia? No, but I recall That rising up precedes the fall. But the films I watch inside my mind Are missing parts I cannot find So I fill the blanks with what I see, I fill it up with what I need.
Now is it truth, or is it lie? I like to think that I am right, But I’m not the well-oiled machine I used to think I used to be.