I think your mind is a graveyard
for your heart’s old flames
I think your soul is a pawn
in your brain’s endless chess game
right and wrong don’t make sense
when you’re looking in a mirror
when everything’s reflected opposite
you think you see it all clearer
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Every picture tells a story, sometimes we don't like the ending
sometimes we don't understand it.
sometimes we don't understand it.
