Joey Cape
Fictional
Head down in uniform she walks the common hall in search of the familiar
The adoration ball
Where no one is the wiser
No one cares to disagree
A world view in a vacuum
The balance is a breeze
And the skin fits the occasion
They are dressed for mirroring in a false light of filtering
I wanna be like them
Wanna be like them
If only to feel like them for a day
She can always play the victim or pretend it is a joke
She's only as attractive as her last fictional post
And they look so fucking happy there
Pain and worry-free
Like soulmates on their island for all eternity
I wanna be like them
I wanna be like them
They never have to pretend
Their pleasant dreams
My nightmares
Our nightmares
From Letras Mania