D4 - Unbroken

Swallow my lies.

as I obscure my emotions

Why must I consent myself

Always against myself.

embody another

Death of true spirit.

reflection brings question

I’ll 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 too 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