It
Which from my projection
Or my reflection
And where is reality?
One day I'm cute the other ugly...
I am the wanderer, just needed to flee
Nowhere to go and what people think of me
Like a mirror, I project and they reflect
Thus in between, reality may erect
I feel the breeze in my hair, and pearls of sweat
Moisten my temples while drops run down my neck
Somewhere in this mist is me, I'm reaching it,
Touching it, a smile to that dude clocking me
Just keep that book on my head, don't give a sh!t
Anyways. Ha! Can't you see you're making me?
I'm using you to be, keep looking at me
I just love it and now just tell me honey
What did you really think and won't dare to say?
I'll just wander this way, you go on your way
Maybe some other day
You'll get used to it
