I'M Just a Figure of My Own Imagination
Perhaps I'm a figure of my own imagination,
Perhaps this is all a dream.
Maybe I'll wake up to a whole new scene.
Sometimes I wonder how different things could be.
I wonder if I'll dissappear into a cloud of dust, never to be seen.
The world around me seems so bright and full of life.
Yet here I am, black, dark, sad, and depressing little me.
Beautiful I may be.
But behind those blue eyes,
Is a dark shadow unseen to all.
Perhaps I'm a figure of my own imagination,
Perhaps this is all a dream.
Maybe I'll wake up to a whole new scene.
Sometimes I wonder how different things could be.
Behind those blue eyes,
I am unknown to all.
I'm just a figure of my own imaginatiion,
Who'll disappear,
Never to be seen.
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