Replica

As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of what I used to be.
It's easier when you don't see me standing on my own two feet.
I'm taller when I sit here still, you ask are all my dreams fulfilled.
They made me a heart of steal, the kind them bullets cannot see, yeah.

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica.
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

(Sonata Arctica - Replica)


This is how I feel now.



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