Only by standing alone,
one knows it's in everything,
playing with personas.
Working with covered windows...
What an artistic prison.
Most people think I am pretending,
until it hits them that I am not like them.
Curious how you can
collect all the tears in my desk.
I wish I could go
before everyone I love,
but I haven't managed to get it right.
One time dancing with a blade in '09,
the second time walking on a rope in '21...
Now I know I am constantly walking
on the edge of a bridge at night.
I recognise the worry in their gaze,
because that is the same way
I look at myself in the mirror.
Listening: "Bishops Knife Trick"
by Fall Out Boy