Like an image throw a blurry window
I think, but do I though
No one understands me
Almost as though they can't see
My individuality
I feel misunderstood
But it isn't all bad
Some of it is good
This way no one knows what to expect
And I'm never the suspect
I standing the other side of the mist
Always feelings a near Miss
Buying can feel the heat of my being
Even without being seen
This side is behind
I almost cannot mind
My mind is soup
On a loop
Time time time
Is it real
How would I feel?
On the normal side of the window
But I cannot though
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