There must be some kind of planet For all the people who can manage All of us who can handle it With all of this damage There must be some kind of message Simple but somehow impressive Anyone who can think of something Come on now just express it
I know not who I am but I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears. Our conversations are circles and always one sided, nothing is clear. Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack. He says the choices were given and now I must live them or just not live, but do you want that?