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With a birds-eye view, from above, I'm losing all sense of boundary line
These make believes, and empty signs, I never pay them any mind
It's funny how sometimes you end up, on the opposite way, of the plans that you've drawn
I know it is nonsense to be there, it's a fucked up path, that I've ended up on
Just because it seems obvious, doesn't mean it's yours, no it doesnt mean it's done
what difference does it make afterall, if you're not in the middle to reach it anymore
Just because you've been good before, doesnt mean you're cleaned up, doesnt mean you're clean
Names on all the paintings are gone, faded by bleaching clay
These make believes and empty signs, never liked them anyway
It's funny how sometimes you end up, on the opposite way, of the plans that you've drawn
I know it is nonsense to be there, it's a fucked up path, that i've ended up on
Just because it seems obvious, doesn't mean it's yours, no it doesnt mean it's done
what difference does it make afterall, if you're not in the middle to reach it anymore
Just because you've been good before, doesnt mean you're cleaned up, doesnt mean you're clean