whats real whats fake what reality can i create though the son sees me i remain unseen
catching fragments of glimpses in dreams i have of you
you could say we'veeverywhere been aeverywere you can say weve been no were
it hits me one last time and i,empty my mind of you
laying exactly were you left me
my shattered mind remains unglued
every single fragment of what you left of me
is thinking feeling breathing laughing independently
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