imaginary

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I'm a tiger.  He's a lion, Or maybe it's a she. Well, I guess it doesn't matter, Because I am better than them, you see?   You may call them the animal kings, And, yes, they're pretty tough,
I have trouble keeping my imaginary body together, Free from the safe house of epidermal covering and rippling plasma I used to be enamored, in love with the entity that led me to my self-destruction
A shadow appeared The fatal apparition In my dream A corrupted echo   Her hands were steady Calm and ready For night’s return  
I don’t know how I’m supposed to live in the real world When the ones in my head are perfect and this one is so far from it
Imaginary is the threat. It is all in the head. And yet it has spread. From head to head, from mouth to mouth.   Imaginary is the threat. It has plagued the whole of a station.
  tell a lie, live a lie
As I sit back and think about this thing call life I always ask myself. "Is there an answer to every question"? You ever asked a question to someone but they would always tell you that they have no clue or idea?
As I sit back and think about this thing call life I always ask myself. "Is there an answer to every question"? You ever asked a question to someone but they would always tell you that they have no clue or idea?
I want a reason to buy a new dress. I want to feel purpose behind each caress. I want to be held when no one is looking. I want to be loved when all else is failing.
I want it all, Not in the fact of money power and fame But I want it all, In the moment I laid eyes on him it hit me that I could be insane For I never had loving so good that I. . . the wild child just might could be tamed
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