You wake up, and you fight The image of a new creation In your mirror lurking As she upsets a crying friend Chosen one Laid to waste away I dig
Write a conversation on my back, Put your hands through my skin Glazed over eyes, this room's too small. Would you like a wall or memory? Did I hit
Well I read, According to my faith it will be done to me But then you try to tell me that's not true, What should I do? You have been freed, Because
Can you fit a big boat in a shrubbery? Can you sail a ship amongst a copse of trees? No, this you cannot do! Why do you still try to?! You need the
