The world looks a lot different from desperate eyes. Playing pretend with yourself shines through your shell and your wall. Like dust on a gravel road, you're lost, distant, and dissolving. Talk all you want, move all you want, and change what you don't like. When push comes to shove, the lost sometimes forgets how they got there. They hide. They fight it. They use too much head and not enough heart. Yeah...
The world looks a lot different through desperate eyes.
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