We once stood together, a well bonded circle. But it is no more complete, it's just a broken string now. It's as if we're all wearing blindfolds, walking around but never touching. I don't get it, why can't you all see? I just feel like taking you by your shoulders and shaking you awake.
What's so hard to understand?
Maybe there was never a circle to begin with. Perhaps it was just my wishful thinking, my silly imagination running wild on its own. Don't try to tell me how to feel, even if I don't seem to be alright. I can't keep up with everything, I am but a human.
That wall of shame I have just keeps building up but I'm not afraid of others seeing it.
I shouldn't be afraid, no, I shouldn't harbor any fear at all. No, I'll rise and blind everyone else but me.
And maybe the others will squint and falter.
Then again, I should stop living in the past.
Oh well, back to reality. Bed now, g'd night!
"But sometimes it's a good hurt."
-Incubus
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