The world is ricocheting;
bouncing off its axis
and bumping into shooting stars
But if you grant me my one wish, I'll still feel just as empty
Everything feels so stale and rusty with age,
even your promises
because I know you've spoken of them to more than me
For so many years I've struggled to paint away the demons
that live behind my vacant eyes
But I'm forbidden to scream
No one will hear my fear
with all the cloudy voices bouncing
off crowded rooms and dusty hallways
And if I've always been the one without a brain,
how come you never recognize the depression I leak
on days like today?
I'm on my own
Fighting what exists more than myself
because you only see yourself
among the haze
And though my blood runs cold with signs of December,
even in the heat of July,
you will fight until your words fill my hollow ears
even though every smile I crack is still a lie
