My life is a lie
Living in the wrong skin
Moving in the wrong space
Beg to people I hardly even know
It seems my childhood has flown by
Stuck in the past I still mind
Everyone is sick
And I haven’t got a dose of mine
Now holding a loose rope
Of loosened strings
And difficult wirings
Tell me what’s a girl got to do?
To live it through and through?
Or forget it so and so?
I follow the world with enough consistency
However, the one who lives it isn’t the real me
Masks each tear a promise
To survive time
But the one self inside simply just wants to die
I’ve gone far strangely enough
Been to some places happy
And served few men as their deity
But I’ve never really been to me.