Whether I'm Alice or yet the Mad Hatter.
If no one can tell it, then what does it matter?
What if no one will see, that I'm not really me?
If such is the case, then who am I to be?
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Am I the puppet or am I the master?
Am I the victim or the living disaster?
If there's no curtain, then why should it matter?
If I'm a puppet maybe it would've been better.
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Discovering Wonderland in the most sane-est of places.
Seeing smiles and grins without faces.
Trapped souls, wandering the most curious of mazes.
This accursed wonderland, I need to escape it.
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My Wonderland's turning red. Reality's outside my head.
Falling down this rabbit hole, endlessly playing pretend.
Playing catch with death. Steep steps towards the edge.
Will it even matter? If I am the one who's mad?
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I am for sure, surely not sane.
Insanely sure, this world is the same.
I must be Alice. You the Mad Hatter.
But if no one can tell it, then what does it matter?
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I must be Alice. I should Alice. I shall be Alice. I am Alice. Alice. Alice. I am Alice. You can't be Alice. I surely am Alice. Am I Alice?
Does it even matter?