Where everything is broken,
Twisted,
Crazed,
Left is right,
Right is left,
And there is a crying child at the corner.
You spend a lot of time building walls,
It is natural to want to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them.
It's nice when someone sees us.
Or has the ability to see us.
He's nothing like me.
We see the world in different ways,
Yet he can assume my point of view.
I sleepwalk,
I get headaches,
I am hearing things...
I feel unstable.
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