What can a cover really reveal?
Should we believe what we see?
Should we forget what we feel?
There is a strange side of life,
That I taste too often.
Now my senses are so mixed up
I can trust nothing.
But why am I such a mystery?
I've explained where i've came from,
I don't understand where I'm supposed to be.
I'm not this,
I'm not that,
I defy definition,
I slipped through the cracks.