Permanent
words for my death bed...

My castle, my sand castle
drawbridge and trench...

Sometimes, i think you know just what to say to...
leech...

Show me how to be me.
I'm a stranger to the time when i chose my body...

I don't have it in me to put up a fight anymore.
i just go along with whatever you say...

Half.
what would it feel like to be you...

Impossible.
want to give you everything i never had...

I am sick with denial
confused by the years of what has controlled me...

If there was ever a day
that was never under the weight...

A gentle wind of a reoccurring nightmare...
it grows stronger...

Wake brother,
you cant sleep through this impending disaster...

We would all like to appear as if we are not what...
but the image within is not as easily projected...