D4

Swallow my lies. as I obscure my emotions.
Why must I contset myself.
Always against myself. embody another likeness.
Death of true spirit. reflection brings question.
Search for another.
I'm sorry. if I can't feel. I'm sorry I'm not real.
Pour myself into a mold of you.
Grasped to fast. lost my reflection.
Why must I contest myself.
Always against myself.
Imitation gets so far. but it kills from within.
I'm sorry if I can't feel. I'm sorry I'm not real.
Every time I think I'm right. I come out wrong.
Every time I think to myself. I'm against my self.