Careful of what they say
Live like it's fine with the stare
When it was done twice
What else can doubt me
Just bring my senses through

Here in this small room
You see all the pictures coming
Like the wave of deep blue ocean
Perfectly designed to recreate
That night I stranded on the land

Now everyone focusing on me
I used to worry for my reputation
But lately, I hardly know myself
So I quit this make-believe play
Now the tracks are full of shit

Could it be true
I'm the only one who's still sane
At the edge of every chain
I'm the only one who's been scrutiny
When the devils call themselves angels

© damsel with thoughts