Blind Eyes

Believe what you want or believe what you see

You are not the boss of me

You choose to believe in what you see

you are blind in the reality that is me

You say that i am a screwed up person just because of a mistake

like as if i'm a witch that should be burned on a stake

While i have made mistakes in my past

It has always been a blast for me

I understand my mistakes and errors

I understand the meaning of true terror

So tell me, do you really care about anyone?

or is your heart and emotions simply done?

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