Time trips and slides, but I? Not dreaming.
A shattered view of the world, a shattered view of me.
The truth is hidden by shadows, my ideas are not complete, facts are lost to feeling.
Maybe that? Why I got the wrong impression of you.
Maybe that? Why I got the wrong impression of you.
From behind a stained glass window, a colorful blur is all that I see. Time trips and slides, but I? Not dreaming. A shattered view of the world, a shattered view of me. The truth is hidden by shadows, my ideas are not complete, facts are lost to feeling. Maybe that? Why I got the wrong impression of you. Maybe that? Why I got the wrong impression of you. Explain Request ×
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