Letras
Folded hands, familiar faces
Strange finds
Hoping for a few open minds in this chamber
It's been torture, but I like it
Maybe too much
Maybe I've seen too much
Maybe I ain't seen too much and need to step outside
Start fighting with myself
Make peace with the world
Face up to the face I made up
This place I made up, ain't real
Though it feels so
Full of fantasy
I see everyone I fancy that I'm force-fed on the feed
Caught in the reeds
Going upstream
Resisting the urge to get lost in the finery
I want you to find me
Somewhere in the world
I wanna feel like someone
And not just someone in the world
I wanna be someone to you
Someone real
Someone true