Why
"...I'm all out of advices, I don't know how to play this game
I used to know all these rules, but somehow it's not the same
Some things confuses me, like a personal labyrinth in my head
so if I can miss myself, I wonder, why am I not dead?
Something holds me back, feels like myself have begun to fade
so I ask the mirror; "am I hiding the real me behind my charade?"..."
I used to know all these rules, but somehow it's not the same
Some things confuses me, like a personal labyrinth in my head
so if I can miss myself, I wonder, why am I not dead?
Something holds me back, feels like myself have begun to fade
so I ask the mirror; "am I hiding the real me behind my charade?"..."
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