What does it matter where I'm from?
Hiding under hostmasks we
Could be anyone.
But you always ask, trying to establish
Some kind of continuity
To mesh with your wish.
How can I think you're real? You are only a
Photoshop face lying to me
But you look so lonely.
It all ends in tears, that's the way it goes
And whether you loved me -
I know I'll never know.
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