Cautions Of Reality
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Cautions Of Reality
I enter fiction fully armed with quotes, because me and reality aren't too close.Cautions Of RealityI've had this friend my whole life rightAnd she's unusually not very life likeI try to see behind the empty smilesBut I always smile when she smilesWonder why she's so good at freestylesProbably from reading all these filesShe's so well read it's all in her headI stay up reading until she calls me to bedAnd she absorbs my respect carelesslyShe's everything everything's scared to beShe's practiced preparing me a long timeBut I got lost standing in the wrong linesOne blind man is not what eyes can seeIts visually different and she confides in meHer essence guides the trees in breezesI live inside where she hides her dirty secretsShe plans to turn the entire world to piecesIt wasn't written so it didn't burn the readersBut if it was it wouldn't either, just get deeperIn her dreams, I'm her cushion muffled sleeperI wear her mussle and speak her puzzlesSwim her consiousness into deeper troubleKnee deep in ugly puddles of nothingnessSearching for answers that I couldn't guessCloaked in sudden sweat she dressed meShe airs with caution and breathes heavyShe treats every individual hypercriticalAnd damns existance if it isn't miserableShe sits in ritual forms, envisions spawnLyes beside phinnochio to bigger the hornsWe've never been born according to herIf she spoke one note it would all be a blurHer ora's observed through the corse of my wordsShe's uncagable... but gets caught in a verse ..
Cautions Of Reality
I enter fiction fully armed with quotes, because me and reality aren't too close.Cautions Of RealityI've had this friend my whole life rightAnd she's unusually not very life likeI try to see behind the empty smilesBut I always smile when she smilesWonder why she's so good at freestylesProbably from reading all these filesShe's so well read it's all in her headI stay up reading until she calls me to bedAnd she absorbs my respect carelesslyShe's everything everything's scared to beShe's practiced preparing me a long timeBut I got lost standing in the wrong linesOne blind man is not what eyes can seeIts visually different and she confides in meHer essence guides the trees in breezesI live inside where she hides her dirty secretsShe plans to turn the entire world to piecesIt wasn't written so it didn't burn the readersBut if it was it wouldn't either, just get deeperIn her dreams, I'm her cushion muffled sleeperI wear her mussle and speak her puzzlesSwim her consiousness into deeper troubleKnee deep in ugly puddles of nothingnessSearching for answers that I couldn't guessCloaked in sudden sweat she dressed meShe airs with caution and breathes heavyShe treats every individual hypercriticalAnd damns existance if it isn't miserableShe sits in ritual forms, envisions spawnLyes beside phinnochio to bigger the hornsWe've never been born according to herIf she spoke one note it would all be a blurHer ora's observed through the corse of my wordsShe's uncagable... but gets caught in a verse ..