I wonder if you know me, if it's well enough to see
That you are not the question mark you once had used to be
And it is not because of what you did or said or saw
Not that I'm denying the existence of it all
But I remember thinking - I am sick of what I am
I'm tired of pretending that I cannot understand
A fool is made of everyone, the peoples' flesh and bone
We share such commonalities yet often feel alone
By looking into someone else we try to see ourselves
And break another mirror, turn a body to a cell
Go back to what I said about the part with you and I
And let us clear the spaces we had both once occupied
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
I wonder if you know me, if it's well enough to see
That you are not the question mark you once had used to be
And it is not because of what you did or said or saw
Not that I'm denying the existence of it all
But I remember thinking - I am sick of what I am
I'm tired of pretending that I cannot understand
A fool is made of everyone, the peoples' flesh and bone
We share such commonalities yet often feel alone
By looking into someone else we try to see ourselves
And break another mirror, turn a body to a cell
Go back to what I said about the part with you and I
And let us clear the spaces we had both once occupied
on letting people in and on letting people out
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