Swallow my lies. as I obscure my emotions. Why must I contset myself. Always against myself. embody another likeness. Death of true spirit. reflection brings question. Search for another. I'm sorry. if I can't feel. I'm sorry I'm not real. Pour myself into a mold of you. Grasped to fast. lost my reflection. Why must I contest myself. Always against myself. Imitation gets so far. but it kills from within. I'm sorry if I can't feel. I'm sorry I'm not real. Every time I think I'm right. I come out wrong. Every time I think to myself. I'm against my self.