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My Own Eyes are Not Mine
Falling through the repeated days
In a set trance in the dark eternal craze
To a tired struggle I kill another dove
and forget what I made a promise to be free of
Because it's simply easy, and rather too fun
But when I gained another side, I lost sight of the sun
I feel not to go around and walk a set path that fits my shoes
Looking at myself, these are not my own hands, nor my own views
I'm trying to find a person who I can call me
To be familiar with and call my own what I can see
But in the end it all tears apart sooner or later
The person I thought I knew inside is my only traitor
I change another face to fit another set day
To think it matters, but it somehow never did anyway
Everything can change from a single teardrop from the eye
But then again, who am I?
