Confusions born here every day, spinning circles upon my brain. No idea which way to go, roam around without a home. So
fucking lost, invalidated. So brought down demasculated, all the joy just disappeared; another bed full of tears. Coming apart
at the seams, wanna be alone for the rest of my years. Don't come inside, leave it to me to go on unfortunately. Hope
dissolved, degenerated. The negative has penetrated. No wish for sympathy. Its all a mystery to me All my wishes evaporated,
insecurities saturated. So many flaws reappeared. The wrong way I tend to steer.
5. Face Value
You've never come close to seeing what I've always had to face. Image blatant and obvious-What's there more to assess?
Never looking beyond the frontal-All your present fears. I hope to never be caught again by the visions too clear. Erase it.
Deface it. Conceal it. Just take it for the face value- Concealment, nonetheless. Just take it for the face value- You never know
what you may get. A wise man carried on about what you see is what you get. I've peeled off covers, revealing what I want to
forget. Why not go base yourself on simple visages. Scarring the complexion or scratching the surface.
