The life I choose to live
Is somewhere in the wonderland
On the other side of the looking glass
Somewhere between the closet full of old clothes
Because this world is way too real for it
I can’t live it here
Even if I try to live it
Not even it’ll suffocate me
It’ll fall to dust itself too
My dreams and my nightmares are still mine
Some of them I am afraid to visit
Others I cherish in my quiet moments
The reality is too hard to live in
No one wants it but they all do
Just to be called normal
If title was everything I’d wished
I would have given up my choice a long time ago
But I feel the choice isn’t mine anymore
It spins in the hands of fate
And so does the choices of everyone else
I am just left in my chair
To rot till my time expires
Till my breaths wear out
Till my beats are silent
Even though I’ll never see my wonderland
But it will exist in someone else’s eyes
It will carry on its fragrance
On another stranger’s chest
The life we are living
May not be the life we choose to live
Our life may lie…
On the other side of the looking glass
Somewhere between the closet full of old clothes
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