You lose yourself,
You find yourself.
Could be on the highest shelves
Or in the grin of a Christmas elf.
You lose yourself,
you find yourself.
Could be in the darkest realms,
Dotted with the twisted arms of gloomy elms.
You lose yourself,
You find yourself,
No matter on what path you chose to dwell,
No matter whose heart your thoughts cause to swell.
You lose yourself,
You find yourself.
Look into your own eyes,
That's where the demons tend to hide.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
You lose yourself,
You find yourself.
Could be on the highest shelves
Or in the grin of a Christmas elf.
You lose yourself,
you find yourself.
Could be in the darkest realms,
Dotted with the twisted arms of gloomy elms.
You lose yourself,
You find yourself,
No matter on what path you chose to dwell,
No matter whose heart your thoughts cause to swell.
You lose yourself,
You find yourself.
Look into your own eyes,
That's where the demons tend to hide.
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