huh..

I don't know what reality is, nor I am interested to know
Let it look ugly, let me be empty and sore.
Let the stares bother me, let people give me that look
I am closed, I don't wanna posses anything which can hook
Divided and Confused in dimensions, I don't wanna add more
I have millions of knives in me, try to piece, my emotions are already
seized.

What makes you so beautiful, whats in there that will allure.
There is no haze in mah eyes, and lust for it is also not pure.
Dislikes, arguments and the pain I keep, enough to kill, what all you don't need.
Some I have poisoned so that my heart cant breathe.