I might be the living dead. because instead of seeing myself
I see no reflection. is this an infection of my mind?
or is this just mental rejection?
I've been hearing around the streets that they're saying "she just needs to be given some direction."
but I know I've seen better days, but it's too long ago to remember.
the fire inside me has died, filled with the ashes that were once embers
which have now turned a shade of grey. sometimes it feels
I'm a thing trapped within a body, trouble keepin my feet on the ground
like I'm walking around, completely head over heels.
I'm stuck inside a body, that looks and walks, talks and behaves like a different version of me.
it isn't me, it isn't me.
Current Mood: melancholy
Current Music: Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond Parts 1-5