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Lost
This feeling is devouring me.
Like the blind granted to see.
I've met all the pretty faces,
Speaking of concepts I don't belive.
I can't tell you what lies behind this rind.
You'll have to see it through my eyes.
I'm present of body but absent of mind.
I've lost myself in this perfect disguise.
Lately,I've been feeling detached.
A vacancy, like there's no one inside.
I hate it when i'm accused of being cold.
When I'm only conserving my pride.
I wear a gothic godesses eyes on my arm.
I wear my own stitched heart on my sleeve.
That way she'll feriously protect me,
If you'd ever try to break it and make me bleed.
I'm lost of this world, everything seems so alien.
I guess I've must've taken a wrong turn South,
on that dark secluded road that bends.
