I’ve been looking at the world with a Warped vision of reality Waiting for the universe I’ve lost my way Wishing for a dream of the past And I can’t rid this image of the end From my mind
This world that I wished existed Was not anchored in reality This world that I wished existed Was not anchored in reality
Digression is progression
I’m sick of this feeling of sobriety Fuck all this wasted time It was all a figment, of my mind All a delusion
There is a taste of deceit in my own mind I feel my heartbeat but am I still alive?
I opened my mind and saw The past can not be changed I’m trying to find strength To pick up, to move on, I’m sick of wallowing I’m trying to find strength To pick up, to move on, I’m sick of wallowing
I’m devoid of, of all emotion It can never be the same It can never be the same again