Illusions
All living in a dream
vivid we live like it all has been scripted
Say we individuals but none of us different
we are all the same carbon copies
Think i'm wrong try to stop me
cocky, self centered, wild, or well tempered
Charitable, a saint, Those without complaint
Those who do right in the face of wrongs,
And those who have been faulted all along
Individual. No.
We are the same and the games we play couldn't be more similar
We look different but only seas could separate us
What you believe makes you unique is only a dream
Pure Illusions
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