How do we know what we really look like? How do we know what others see? We’ve only seen pictures and our own reflections. Our skin could just be another costume. Don’t you think so? We don’t know what we really are. Our minds just create an image to keep us from seeing The monster we really are. What if we borrowed some ones eyes for a change? Would you be terrified? Or would you be pleased? Who knows. Maybe The insane sees what’s real but we can’t. What if we are monsters driving others insane? We’ll never no. hopefully we never will. We could be The monster we fear.
If your love is just a dream don’t wake me up
I want to know how love feels
It’s hard enough to face The world alone
If my heart stops during this dream just know I went happy
You are The one and I knew it all along