blend

its been a few months

since i last felt myself

i’m a vision

laying on the

palm of your hand

their voices

inside my head

saying things to me

now i blend myself

to fit what you believe

i’m losing touch

to be what you need

i’m not you

so i’m through

i’ll feed you the truth

now i blend myself

to fit what you believe

losing touch

to be what you need

please, go away.