this is not
a fucking biography
nor a fucking diary
this is you
not a book, not a movie
just a prison made of
memories, separating you
from all of us
yet here we are, everybody
inconsistent, as if we were real
when we ask
where is your heart?
this is not
a fucking biography
nor a fucking diary
this is you
not a book, not a movie
just a prison made of
memories, separating you
from all of us
yet here we are, everybody
inconsistent, as if we were real
when we ask
where is your heart?