NEVER REALLY HERE
I am optimistic, psychic
I wonder what's going on
I hear the universal consciousness
I see starlight eyes
I want to disappear
I am never really hear
I pretend I have a life
I feel tortured daily
I touch the death's of my mind
I worry I'll die too soon
I cry misrepresented image
I am never really here
I understand that earth is full of slaves
I say something, but yet nothing
I dream of other peoples' lives
I try to forget about something that shouldn't have happened
I hope to see this through
I am never really hear
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