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I'm a mode of being
a form of existence
a condition personified
I'm a stim of hand
a lonely man
the one you won't let in...
look at their weird eyes
a restless hope for more
Look into those deep eyes
of the fool you hoped to ignore
I went into the town
hovered over the dancer
my fingers jerked at your touch
You pulled me into the crowd
The faces devoid of the worry
of simply living a life
look at the weird eyes
in their paranoid fable
look into these deep eyes
of the fool whos a label
I lay in bed half awake again
the numbness the best I have
I saw someone in the corner
my reflection bound for escape
I crept to my windows
wished I could fly
look at their weird eyes
A sign of confusion
look into these deep eyes
of those left to seclusion
and I find myself in the same place as always
I look into the looking glass and squint
I see someone without control of anything
a person bound to your definitions
I ask myself who I have become
and what it means to have got here and lived....