it's all illusion. friends love then hate me. mother never wanted me, and neither do any of the men i loved, love still. i'm sleepless, dreamless.
haunted, when i look in your eyes.
haunted, when i look in your eyes.
catch me if i fall i'm losing hold i can't just carry on this way and every time i turn away lose another blind game the idea of perfection holds me... suddenly i see you change everything at once the same but the mountain never moves...
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