I'm obsessed with the ideA
I'm enraged by the lack
I want it for m[y]self
S[o] I can j[u]st feel.
Feel it in my body
Live it in my mind
Caress me with the REality
That maybe one day it can find
Me.
____________________________________________________________________
It'll never be.
What you want it to be.
Everything seems perfect.
From the other side.
And when you get there,
It's nothing like you thought.
Nothing.
Never is, never was
Never will be.
Get used to it
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'11
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 5:53 PM UTC
I'm obsessed with the ideA
I'm enraged by the lack
I want it for m[y]self
S[o] I can j[u]st feel.
Feel it in my body
Live it in my mind
Caress me with the REality
That maybe one day it can find
Me.
____________________________________________________________________
It'll never be.
What you want it to be.
Everything seems perfect.
From the other side.
And when you get there,
It's nothing like you thought.
Nothing.
Never is, never was
Never will be.
Get used to it
-
'11
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