I live in a strange world I call my own
My subconscious artist fills in my soul
Life is different, but it’s what I've known
She creates smiles on faces and their demons too
A contradicting realm that makes me whole
I live in a strange world I call my own
Her puppets clash and collide right on cue
Casting herself as the commanding role
Life is different, but it’s what I've known
If only my subconscious and I knew
That painting this life costs an awful toll
I live in a strange world I call my own
The picture I see makes my true rays few
I become nothing more than what I stole
Life is different, but it’s what I've known
I crave to turn this canvas blank and new
And fly away forever, hope would fix my soul
I live in a strange world I call my own
Life is a different, but it’s what I've known.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
I live in a strange world I call my own
My subconscious artist fills in my soul
Life is different, but it’s what I've known
She creates smiles on faces and their demons too
A contradicting realm that makes me whole
I live in a strange world I call my own
Her puppets clash and collide right on cue
Casting herself as the commanding role
Life is different, but it’s what I've known
If only my subconscious and I knew
That painting this life costs an awful toll
I live in a strange world I call my own
The picture I see makes my true rays few
I become nothing more than what I stole
Life is different, but it’s what I've known
I crave to turn this canvas blank and new
And fly away forever, hope would fix my soul
I live in a strange world I call my own
Life is a different, but it’s what I've known.
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