Clayman
Your self control makes me feel alone
I've tried confidence, had it for breakfast today
I've lost the perfection, a mess without words
As the seasons change I'll continue to ignore
The image I project - me without me
The picture that I scanned is borrowed
After the education you stopped making sense to me
Seems to me that it's all the same, time and time again
Slowly, all that I believed in, turning into a lie
To aim and miss, my supernatural art
Spending to much time with myself
Trying to explan who I am
How come it's possible
I wish there was a way
I feel so invinsible
I'm the sculpture made of clay
I need someone to break the silence
before it all falls apart
I need something to cling onto
before I break you in parts
So afraid of what you may think
And all the plastic people that surrounds me
I have to find the path to where it all begins
To teach the world my supernatural art
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