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internet personas

 

internet personas


We all got internet personas
Internet personas we hide behind
We hide behind
We all got demons deep inside us
Demons deep inside us we try to hide
We try to hide
And I forgot who it is I truly am long ago
But, I'll keep searching for it while I can

I knew a boy who could outline a shape in a second
That's display was eclectic in a way that was second to none
He had a hand that swam like fish in the seas
And a pen stroke that could bring any critic to his knees
It was beautiful
Flowing like the blood inside my arteries
He painted hearts as targets and was practicing his archery
Mastering the artistry he carried in his chest
Until at best it was a godsend and worst was a part of me
Until suddenly
Things began to seem different
Moods dissipated into blue and grey pigments
But surface-wise, his screen names were never inefficient as a method to communicate that happiness was with him
So a couple thousand people saw a perfectly innocuous complexion
While I was tryna talk him through depression
But lesson to be learned is that your heroes aren't invincible
Just normal folks who often need expression so pause and leave a message
(If you want they'd probably appreciate it)

Internet personas
Internet personas we hide behind
We hide behind
We all got demons deep inside us
Demons deep inside us we try to hide
We try to hide
And I forgot who it is I truly am long ago
But, I'll keep searching for it while I can

I knew a person who could cultivate the words that they aligned
In away that could coerce a train to fly
A perfect state of mind in which to learn creative rhymes
Until their person was a burden by the verses they designed and they began to lose their touch
The little quirks in all their writing became terse and uninviting
And ingesting any lettering they surgeoned into life instead of being entertainment was inert and just absurd and all the work was fucking tiring
And suddenly
They were writing less and less
Despite of their success they saw no light and second guessed the creativity they harbored in their heart
There's only so much fucking artwork you can make until you forget the way to start
So a couple million people saw some dipping in the frequency
Of music while they fought idiosyncrasy
But slept his mental illness and woke is some peculiar train of thought
That masqueraded as a symptom of a hindering delinquency
I hope that all these words have made you think of me

Internet personas
Internet personas
We all got internet personas
Internet personas
We all got internet personas
Internet personas
We all got internet personas
Internet personas
We all got internet personas
Internet personas
We all got internet personas
Internet personas
We all got internet personas
(Internet personas)
Internet personas
We all got internet personas
Internet personas

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