My eyes are open, still they see, nothing but black,
I lay forgotten, still I breath, I'm loosing track.
Which are, my dreams, and which are real? Falling back.
I know you can see me,
You can hear my voice, though it's faint,
Just a cardboard cut out,
Made real, to feel,
With sticky tape and paint.
I'm here, yes physically I'm here, but in spirit- not.
My dear, it's something that I have feared, I'm loosing the plot.
I guess I just forgot.
I know you can see me,
You can feel me in your arms,
Just a cardboard cut out,
Made real, to feel,
And I'm keeping you from harm.
Looking in the mirror, I see my face,
It's staring right back, it shouts,
And still I know, I'm not in this place.
I'm just a cardboard cut out.
I might be hollow,
But I still feel the pain, and it's burning,
Just a cardboard cut out,
Who feels, I know,
And from tI know you can see me,
You can hear my voice, though it's faint,
Just a cardboard cut out,
Made real, to feel,
With sticky tape and paint.his mental state I'm learning.
