a piñata of revelation

Everyone suffers from their personal illusions
Sometimes you just need someone to point them out
Cause once you hear that |GLASS SHATTERING|
you know you've been living in a daydream.

Castillos en el aire in all their glory, but
There's no smoke without fire.
Someone lit my fire and kept it burning long enough for me to believe it.
Maybe cause he needed the heat.
Maybe because of some personal illusion of his.
Maybe for no reason at all.

I'm trying to get rid of all this smoke
but it has invaded everything, my house, my head, my heart
I keep washing my hair, but the smell won't go away.


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