amia

The walk through wonderland you say its stupidity. your baits of reality trying to catch me. I am reality! you see Eyes buried in deep dark ditches Cold hearted like a corpse I have let go off me the perfect girl you are accustomed to- is just a skin I left behind Useless. Its a special act of balancing which I have been doing. Like a puppet I played, but your threads were fragile like an old man's mustache. You pursue me with the skin I left but its impossible for you to chase me down chase me, chase me I see you! And never am I coming back!

I am chained and chained and chained Like in a chain of chain of chain The chain which chains me is chained A chain should break to break the chains To break is to take a break from chains Some chains decided never to break Break, break, break, break break, break, break I broke I.