I'm a fake.

Deep inside me nothing is real.
This sorrow I feel is my own fucking fault.
This isn't me, this isn't you
This isn't how we are supposed to do

It's a wonderland of thoughts.
Thoughts about you, thoughts about me
Thoughts about how we all are supposed to be.

This sorrow I feel is my own imagination.
It's about letting go.
It's about growing old.

It's about living and being alive.