my first impression of you
torn by the scars of your mind
and wrapped up in cotton lyrics
it breaks through
incessantly cuddling my heart
and I wonder:
if you don’t know yourself
is it possible for me to know you?
Or I just got stuck in my dream
and like a fool
I hold on to something I create myself?
Cause each time I decode your voice
I turn back to listen
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