Just got bored...
Haven’t written in awhile. But here is something I just did not to great.
How do I know that my life is really real
How do I know its not memories I steal
When I look in the mirror my image is blurred
Though I try not to notice cuz obsession is ensured
I still often wonder why I cant see clear
But I fade into darkness cuz the facts breed fear
It seems a lot better when the truth isn’t there
The lies get lighter and easier to bear
But this false existence can’t last long
When the lies become real and right becomes wrong
It all means that you’re in to deep
You need to wake now or forever stay asleep
Runch_Again
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