#1
He's been blessed with superficial eyes,
holding enough doubt for mankind,
but the brain holds other fortune,
Which one are you? Tell me who you are.

Clone,
clone,
clone,
clone.

He sits and drowns in his own tears,
embracing the sun beating down,
hours away from passing the pain,
when he's out, tell him who you are.

You're the one,
you clone,
clone,
just a clone.

You are not a clone,
you're a well oiled machine,
stop begging for the sun,
'cause the moon is clearly yours.

The failed perception within.

You are not a clone,
you're a well oiled machine,
stop begging for the sun,
'cause the moon is clearly yours.
#3
Quote by AngryGoldfish
No 'C4C' in titles.

*edited*


Lol sorry I'm only familiar with the cover section :p