My fingers are spider legs running across the keys
Begging for love from someone else’s clouded dreams
Eating the love and soulfulness of some else’s heart
Felling like if only, if only, I could find my part
In all this madness without purpose without
Meaning what do you mean by it,
Can I get a
Can I
But no, that’s not what I am because I am
Imitation
Only
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