Somehow...

[electrick_dream]

And somehow I feel as if none of this is me anymore.
Perhaps if you ask me tomorrow I will tell you a different story.
I have been dreaming this for so long now, the lines are beginning to blur.
The edges have lost their definition, but I still see most things so clearly.
I cannot condem myself for the way I feel just as you cannot tell me I am wrong for it.
This is not me, and somewhere out there he knows.
And somewhere out there he waits.
And somewhere out there he dreams the same dream.
Ask me tomorrow.