"Oh, I don't like the way I never listen to myself
I feel like I'm on fire and I'm trying to cry for help
Oh, I don't think you know me much at all"
and each of them keep sliping through my fingers. I feel so unsure at the moment, like everything is covered in fog.
No one can truely see how they appear to others, camaras and mirrors never paint the full picture.
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