I stare at myself. And try to see whats inside. Look past the body, See the soul and mind. I wonder what secrets Lay deep in my heart... All the things I hide. The girl I kept in the dark. Am i still the same person? Or am i someone else.
it's not that poetic to me, maybe it's because it's a cliche or your style, but it doesn't really matter. If you are satisfied with this then that's almost al what matters. (:
it's not that poetic to me, maybe it's because it's a cliche or your style, but it doesn't really matter. If you are satisfied with this then that's almost al what matters. (:
i feel the same way.