Breathe in and inhale some hope.
My neck is fit for a rope,
laced so pretty in a bow.
I dressed for the occasion,
don't ruin my vacation.
Maybe it's illusion.
Maybe it's a solution to find my reality and realty.
Disconnect the hose.
I'm so filthy you know.
Drown me until I'm clean,
treat me like a newborn baby.
Maybe it's illusion.
Maybe it's a solution to find my reality and realty.
I'm finding myself through malice.
Attracted to identical mistakes.
Boxed in with mirrors and infinite chances to change and even more to fuck up every chance I