We find ourselves running in a maze of self reflection.
Trying to redeem ourselves for what we hope is the truth.
But many times it's a phase,
coursing through my veins...
till it finally pops...
then once again I'm still
Because I feel like I've been killed
Only thats a wish.
A wish you thought had gone away
but instead molds you like clay.
Like the guy you love who just blows you away.
With a kiss on the cheek
You can feel its magnetizing reach.
But you're left at the door
unable to escape
so youre sitting there alone feeling like
yesterday.
So we view the memories
but instead we find insanity.
The unreachable collection called.
...Me