Gazing upon yourself,
seeing all that you are.
What have you become?
You haven't gone too far.
Something like a painful life,
seems that is what you live.
Something like a painless smile,
seems that is what you give.
But you escape all that is,
losing control over time.
You leave this world for a while
through your constant highs.
Actins as someone you're not,
tell me how it feels -
to be diminished by the truth,
of everything thats real.
Stolen from reality,
obliterated by your alibi,
helplessly seeking redemption,
as you merely live a lie.
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