Am I a figment of my imagination?
Is the reality a girl I’d even know?
Living so deep in my head sometimes
I can’t find the surface.
Sometimes I don’t want to.
Who is me?
The things I am inside or what people see?
Am I a figment of my imagination?
Is the reality a girl I’d even know?
Living so deep in my head sometimes
I can’t find the surface.
Sometimes I don’t want to.
Who is me?
The things I am inside or what people see?