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Fatal Frame, movie screen Distant from reality Close the blinds so they can't see Who you are and what you breathe At the edge of seventeen Wondering if it's meant to be All we are is what we leave behind I'm alone in this self-proclaimed prison Working on handling things more with reason Purposely mindful of everyone's business But I can't bear being my only damn witness Is this all that I'm really meant to be? Painting lilacs in a field Picture how you want to feel Reaching out for something real Or at least a quick appeal Too much time, not much sense Never good at making friends Only talk to tie loose ends in twine I'm alone in this self-proclaimed prison Working on handling things with more reason Purposely mindful of everyone's business But I can't bear being my only damn witness Is this all that I'm really meant to be? I've never been so close And never so far away But somehow I still wanna stay I'm alone in this self-proclaimed prison Working on handling things with more reason Purposely mindful of everyone's business But I can't bear being my only damn witness Is this all that I'm really meant to be?