What do I see? Who the hell am I? I look in my mirror and wish the person I see could become clearer, But not even my contacts can fix that. I fear that maybe I am out of touch myself, And until I figure out who I am, no one can touch me. No […]
What do I see? Who the hell am I? I look in my mirror and wish the person I see could become clearer, But not even my contacts can fix that. I fear that maybe I am out of touch myself, And until I figure out who I am, no one can touch me. No […]