The glammour of confusion
can rip apart the strings of any soul,
forcing unbalance, unjustice,
unoriginality
and a lust for the lost emotions
that never did exist.
Is it just me
or am I one of a million
who thinks different;
who loves seperate;
who doesn\'t even know
what to think?
Did you ever just decide
that among those who are \"lost,\"
you are really the one who hasn\'t been found?
Maybe you\'re not different,
but they are confused, forgotten;
they never did exist, did they?
Where have your feelings gone?
Your jaded lust,
your unbroken heart...
your true self...
just be who you know you are
and stop pretending its not you;
life is what you make of it
and you\'re making nothing of yourself,
because of me.
