I see myself in my this picture,
at one of my best points believe it or not.
As you see she’s not tailored to him
and he’s not tailored to her.
Maybe I’m wrong I mean my eyes do deceive me.
Still I see myself in this picture,
they look tired and like they want to be somewhere else.
Yeah I know that feeling,
feeling so disowned by everyone around you
it just makes you want to scream.
But again my eyes do deceive me.
Yet again I see myself in this picture,
she’s holding balloons, aren’t balloons supposed to bring you happiness?
She doesn’t seem happy.
But again what do I know my eyes do deceive me.
