Abducted
Still here, still breathing Deceiving not living. Not me, no longer Who ? I myself wonder I died. I remember. My soul...it faded like an amber Replaced. By what I ask ? Why is it wearing my old mask ? Who lives where I once did Wearing me like a mitt ? Replacing my words with his... What kind of game is this ? My eyes see, they don`t believe Dead, yet I walk and breathe Words I speak...I am amazed I hear not me. I hear the crazed Foreign thoughts in my own head Something lives. I should be dead It moves, yet it is not me I`m trapped inside, no longer free Scared ? No...curious I`d say He lives inside, yet far away Decisions ? He makes for me Or rather us. I don`t agree Living ? Oh no, not me Dragged along, forced to be Resigned, waiting for the end Alive ? No, no I just pretend Why, who and why me ? Guess I`ll wait, guess I`ll see In the end eventually All revealed...hopefully...
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