Frayed in Disillusionment,
I'm not comfortable in my skin.
Good intentions,
carried out by distorted reflections.
Clawing at the ceiling.
All of this has left me empty.
Follow me,
I'm spiraling
In apathy.
Listening to everything.
Call my name.
Frayed in Disillusionment,
I'm not comfortable in my skin.
Good intentions,
carried out by distorted reflections.
Listening to everything.
Call my name.
Frayed in Disillusionment,
I'm not comfortable in my skin.
Good intentions,
carried out by distorted reflections.

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