D4

swallow my lies. as I obscure my emotions. why must I contset myself. always against myself. embody another likeness. death of true spirit. reflection brings question. search for another. I'm sorry. if I can't feel. I'm sorry I'm not real. pour myself into a mold of you. grasped to fast. lost my reflection. why must I contest myself. always against myself. imitation gets so far. but it kills from within. I'm sorry if I can't feel. I'm sorry I'm not real. every time I think I'm right. I come out wrong. every time I think to myself. I'm against my self.