I´m all imagined,
faked
and made up
I call myself a poet
but I´m just a story myself
Shallow ink on papers
When you lose the surface
It´s hard to fight back there
Where you were
Someone is dreaming about me
putting words to my pen
And I feel like
I´m managing this alright
I feel like I´m doing alright
All imagined,
faked
and made up
Have to preted
that I´m managing my life
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