i feel like i want to rip my own heart out what does it matter when its allready been riped apart so many times i think i may just give up on it all even the drawing...
You think you know me
Got me figured out
Your casting shadows
I'm casting doubt
You think you know me
You think I care
You should spend some time sometime with the person in the mirror
I'm a fist, I'm afraid, I'm a link in the chain
I'm the worst of the best, but I'm in this race
You don't know me
I'm a knife, I'm a rope, I'm a bitter pill
I'm a tooth on the cog that you built to spill
You don't know me
I'm not defined by what you think I am
I won't fall into your predetermined file
All like diamonds without the shine
If you never take the time you never know what you won't find
I'm a crow, I'm the most with the least to gain
I'm a fading Mona Lisa in a plywood frame
You don't know me
I'm a ring on a tree in a life that fell
What I did I done good and what I done I did well
You don't know me
Hate is a river flowing with money and greed
Drawing borders
Lines on a map we don't need
I'm a wall, I'm a fence, I'm a dotted line
I'm the land you kill for in the name of your kind
You don't know me
I'm a storm, I'm a sign, I'm a bleeding heart
I'm the time that got away
It's already gone
You don't know me
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Cliff Fittir: Hey, don't laugh. I'm actually a bit of an artiste myself, though you wouldn't know it to look at me. Mirage said as much.
Fayt Leingod: She did?
Cliff Fittir: That's right. She said, "You're the kind of guy who decides with his emotions before using his head." In other words, she thinks I'm an impressionist.
Fayt Leingod: I don't think that's what she meant...
Cliff Fittir: Yeah, and she also said I'm "Always looking at pretty girls," which I guess is her way of praising my keen sense of aesthetics, don't you think?
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