We’ve sold ourselves
To the people around
Some have limited to the bodies
N some have sold their souls
How valuable is it to be oneself, anymore
Wrapped-up in a cocoon of forgery
Does one really care of the original being
Its just show biz
Many have already died
But the sensation of death is yet to be realized
How does it feel
To be a part of this numbness
Not to be the real me
No comments:
Post a Comment