Basically I'm complicated. I have a hard time taking the easy way. I wouldn't call it schizophrenia... but I'll be at least two people today.
If that's okay.
And I can go on and on and on...but who cares?
It's deep how you can be so shallow. And I'm afraid cause I have no fear. And I didn't believe in magic until I watched you disappear.
I wish you were here.
And I can go on and on and on...but who cares?
You see, everybody is somebody but nobody wants to be themselves and if I ever wanted to understand me, I'll have to talk to someone else.
Cause every little bit helps.
And I can go on and on and on...but who cares?
Feels like...the surreal life but it's still nice. Wish I could live twice. But I still might if these bones heal right. I see a little light though it's still night.
Feels like...surreal-like but it's still nice. Wish I could live twice. But I still might if these bones heal right. I see a little light though it's still night.
And I can go on and on and on...but who cares?
And I can go on and on and on...but who cares?</div>