From behind a stained glass window, a colorful blur is all that I see.
Time trips and slides, but I? not dreaming.
A shattered view of the world, a shattered view of me.
The truth is hidden by shadows, my ideas are not complete, facts are lost to feeling.
Maybe that? why I got the wrong impression of you.
Maybe that? why I got the wrong impression of you.
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