Generation Me, 2016

Everything is changed.
Do you see what happened?
Simmer down, the gaze is flipped.
Your familiar face, no longer wanted in my bed.
The feeling of feeling.
So sorry for your head.
Deep down it's buried.
I am awake.
He is woke.
Clarity has spoke.
Wonder to worry.
Well darling it is clear.
Here we go again.
Don't knock on my door.
Your familiar face is not welcomed here.
In dreams you'll see. 
I am not she.
I am a woman hot water music.
Let it be.

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