There's no escape The world they simulate They want a hold of you to dominate And I try to abide So I won't be denied
Like you
I wonder what sits on the other side I take off all my clothes and all these ties And I start to cry When they all see my eyes
Like you (Like you) Like you (Like you) Like you (Like you) Like you (Like you)
Bore new Everything is see-through Confused They might see they're likе you Bore new Everything is see-through Confusеd They might see they're like you Bore new Everything is see-through Confused They might see they're like you
Compositor: Margaret Dewey Sohn (Miss Grit) (BMI)Editor: Potato Poetry Publishing (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #37170809 em 07/Jun/2024 com dados da UBEM