enfant-de-la-lune

Sitting here alone All alone Surrounded by a room full of people Surrounded by a department store full of false hopes I am alone. I often dream and try to pretend that I'm something I'm not. I try to pretend, pretend that something is real inside; I try to pretend that they're smiling with me and not at me "What do I call company?" you ask I call company where someone pays attention to you. Where someone will listen and remember you as part of their group As a meeting of souls on a cosmic plane. I work wonders with my pretend. I work wonders pretending to be something I'm not. Listen to me. Listen to the sound Shush love hush. Listen