And to wake up is to live in my dreams and float in and out, through the seams.
My brain is a coloring book, drawing what I don't want to see.
Hovering over the nothing that I've lost. The hallucinatory thoughts, watching rain dry in the droughts.
Draining out my thoughts, of never-ending doubt.
A smile was here for me at my grave as I was going out with thoughts to save.
Sneaking out with stars to crave, knowing this is how it would end from the start.
Everything and nothing flowing into something that's never ending.
I hope you feel bad for me, Cause at this point I need a little care.
The few people I thought I had left are full of shit.
Isolation left me burying my own grave right next to all the hope. That I've killed,
A smile was at my grave.
As I was going out with thoughts to save. Sneaking out with stars to crave.