Oh it's so easy When parts take over My conversation Is nothing more than lies You're just the viewer So cold and distant I've no intentions Of saying 'I love you' My conversation We are not gods We are not men We are not making claims We are only boys You are not strong You are not force You are not regular You are just wrong There are no faces This is my complex You are my picture I call you mirrors These are not my tears Not my reflection Am I a photo? I can't remember
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