I'm in a life detached from reality
I run through the motions,
But I never feel my heart beating.
Is this oxygen I'm breathing
The same as theirs?

This haze enveloping my words
Smothers and suffocates,
I gasp and choke, swallow.
Is this language I'm speaking
The same as theirs?

This boy pressed against my skin
He touches and I react and feel
Two seconds after he's gone
Is this body I have
The same as theirs?

The music sways my soul
After I've sold out I listen
I feeling stupid and selfish, cry
Is this world I'm living in
The same as theirs?

Am I different?
Am I pretentious?
Am I meant to be so indecisive?
Am I cliché?


 
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