Unsure of what is real and what is not
I never knew such doubts could veil my mind
My hate is for the injury I got
There’s stuff inside my brain I still can’t find
And yet, I’m still alive; some things feel new
Like kissing her; I never will forget
There was no doubt; I knew just what to do
I felt her lips on mine, both warm and wet
I never want to kiss another girl
And yet, I want to kiss my girl some more
Within her arms, my head begins to whirl
My thoughts are of the woman I adore
Her kisses tear the veils and help reveal
My memories of her; they all are real.

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