In the crack, between two worlds
I try
to dig out the words
If only i could dissapear
To see myself, crystal clear
I cant really do that here
Maybe i wouldnt paint myself with lies
and look for the Truth in your eyes
But you have never been honest, my child
not to me only, but to yourself
i think you would rather stay feral and wild
without me, behind the shelf
my fears have come true , you re still longing for something thats not me, but him, and me is just cheap canvas covered in your painting
That can never replace the real deal
