He lives within a world where the windows arnt so clear, to see the real outside would fill him full of fear. We look at him and think,he surly is in hell, but to him he's safe inside his protective outer shell. Then maybee it is him,who sees the world so clear, and it's our glass looking in that really has the smear. Perhaps were all outside and he's the one within, this could be why the lunatic,he always wheres a grin. If this is true then it's me and you ,who should be classed as sick, so think again just who's insane, is it us or the lunatic..
Reason for writing:
Nothing is as simple as it seems...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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