Now, seeming self-assured
We disappear, immured;
‘Mid walls that hold the toxins from
Which we cannot be cured
A world kept under wraps:
Each hidden lie and lapse —
For much we think we want, we dont,
And castles can
Be traps
Other People's Feelings
Now, seeming self-assured
We disappear, immured;
‘Mid walls that hold the toxins from
Which we cannot be cured
A world kept under wraps:
Each hidden lie and lapse —
For much we think we want, we dont,
And castles can
Be traps