if ever you remember anything i know will you tell me?
i believe doesn't make it real
there's no stopping thinking once thinking is started
truth can be imagined so can't imagination be truth sometimes?
at least that's what they said - not so nice but you get the idea
whatever the ideas i have no idea where they came from
sometimes i just couldn't help but fall asleep but now
i know i wasn't asleep just gone over there it seems
but all the time there i was.
did they know i was gone, watching from afar or not at all?
what did you think i was doing, hanging around, needing?
What we do with what we’ve killed
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