Do you still think that you know?
Looking for treasure
In the things that you threw
Like a magpie
I live for glitter, not you
We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden...."
We hide behind all sorts of things, the world we built around us becomes our camouflage... To hide from others, or even ourselves...
"Trying to be ordinary, was it me who was the fool?"
Oh, I wonder...
"It's nothing like the life we wanted..."
And me? I hide behind all sorts... but is it like the life I want?
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