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Anna,

I can see you looking right through me.

The reflected lights of synthesizers bathe you in their glow.

I said, Anna,

it’s almost like you never knew me,

But you see what you want to see when you choose what to be shown.

I said, Anna,

why are you the judge and the jury?

It’s sometimes like I’m hypnotized to believe in you alone.

I said, Anna,

I know that you intended to prove it to me.

You were never better than a dramatic movie;

a beautiful echo.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

All these idols lined up in rows of beauty.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

All these idols lined up and you’re a beautiful mess.

Anna,

for years I’ve tried to channel you through me,

To paint your life in synthesizers;

a portrait in dark tones.

I said, Anna,

destruction is a thing of beauty.

You adore the gorgeous pageantry,

but destroy it with sorrow.

I said, Anna,

why are you forgetting what you mean?

One might think you’re bound by confidence,

but you dream of letting go.

I said, Anna,

what the fuck is your body doing to me?

It’s like another hit of a drug that I need,

I think I’ve lost control.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

All these idols lined up in rows of beauty.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

How did I forget?

Now you’re foreign to me.

All these idols lined up and you’re a beautiful mess.