Really? Nah
You're better than anything I knowThat kind of "glory fades" feel
With those burnt tinges of red and gold
When the glass gets steamed up I know what I really feel
Because, unaffected by the onlookers, I'm in a tight little cocoon
Like that one time when I just sat
And stared into the outerspace of in here
There's hundreds of decibles of sound
But I sit in a protected silence
Shift backwards or forwards, I think I'm unmovable
It's on strict order not to let reality destroy me
posted by Unknown @ 10:41 PM
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