Living in a catatonic state of scripted animation
I memorized the lines of your face
and lost my sense of self.
I memorized the lines of your face
and lost my sense of self.
I don't know who you think you love
but it isn't me.
but it isn't me.
Who I am in your mind and heart, doesn't exist.
You don't see me
You don't hear me
You don't desire me
You don't know me
You don't see me
You don't hear me
You don't desire me
You don't know me
Who you love is a figment of your lazy ego's interpretation of me.
An imagined wind up doll
who annoys the shit out of you when it "goes off script".
An entity you tolerate as long as it bends to your stage directions.
An imagined wind up doll
who annoys the shit out of you when it "goes off script".
An entity you tolerate as long as it bends to your stage directions.
If you can't love me, what's the point?
I'm tired of the shared delusions.
I'm tired of the shared delusions.
Yeah, the real me gets tired
The real me has a voice
and she says
Love me or let me go.
The real me has a voice
and she says
Love me or let me go.
It's too late to learn.
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