Stillhaven
Miscellaneous
Strings from below
these hands are not yours
whose arms are in your back
your reflection looks different in my mirror
now the ventriloquist becomes the dummy
you're in over your head and under another head
i'll see you in my sleep
because you will never wake up
a ghost, no communication
dead like bodies in the morgue
so cold and used
once so beautiful, now so pitiful
a social parasite
i guess you fooled me alright
smile bright
it's only another mask for your face
go act yourself transparent
if you held my eyes you'd drop them once they saw you
if you only knew what you looked like

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