I think the map has lost its pinpoints that mark the places I wanna see.
I don't know where I'm going in the grand scheme of things what I want and who I want to be.
I give my all and I get nothing. I'm tired and I don't know what to do. My eyes are slowly getting deeper and darker, a once shiny apple rotten through.
If I could run away to an island, would I get rid of the lump in my throat?
I'd scream out to the emptiness of ocean instead of the one innermost.
Ignorance is the root of misfortune, but if I try to understand can I be fortunate?
I'm feeling disappointed, disconnected, disappearing, dissatisfied. But I lie.
Sometimes I feel like I'm a burden. A disguised liability.
I just can't figure out the critical equation, of how to just let things be.
Sometimes I like to play a game in my head, where I'm a character in a show.
Because then I trick my mind to thinking that the ending is something that I know.
I feel a burn, I feel a chain around my chest I feel pain
-tings on the wall come down a bottle smashes on the ground
Is this a test of what is real? Of what I think and what I feel?
I made a promise to myself that I would find a way to help me.
Ignorance is the root of misfortune
But if I try to understand, can I be fortunate?
I'm feeling disappointed, disconnected, disappearing, dissatisfied. But I lie.