I get quite confused about the things that people say
And contradictions that I notice every single day
My mind is quietly changing and I'm starting to see
All these strange old memories that don't belong to me
My thoughts are always running
Got no idea where
And I'm quite rarely present
Never really there
The things that people tell me seem so perfectly true
How odd that contrediction had all started with you.
I wish that I were carfull
At least had watched my step
Before into this new world I had unwitingly lept.
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Words Of A Moth Drawn To Flame
ПоэзияMoths come and go, This one is lost so it stays, It talks to candles but not the moon, Lost in it's own creation's maze.
