I went through your eyes wide open
and it was all pitch black inside. when
light seeps through those reflectors
images in your mind start to appear.
I just wonder if there was this
being that came to.. Oh no!
there are lot's of pictures of me
and everybody else.
My face is obscured,
at least in your memories.
and it was all pitch black inside. when
light seeps through those reflectors
images in your mind start to appear.
I just wonder if there was this
being that came to.. Oh no!
there are lot's of pictures of me
and everybody else.
My face is obscured,
at least in your memories.
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