|Choose your factitious moeity and call it your game piece.
One more story in my head, how will I portray this fictitious feeling in the end.
I speak through these pages, not knowing what to say. I could show you my emotion, but I would rather run away.
Re-evaluating my position in this life, to come up with solutions I would rather not find.
Your picture with the writing, the writing on the wall, the more I look for answers, the deeper I must fall.
I could try to make this easy, I could try to let you know, but if you understood me, I would have to let you go.
Pictures, lies cannot hide, run from what it is inside.
This is my aimless cohesion, dont expect whats known.