As the line between reality and fantasy blurs..
As my therapist gets tired of my lies..
As my mind slurs..
As I say my last good-byes..
I fall down, and nobody’s there to see me.
I get up, and nobody’s there to congratulate me.
If I go, who will even understand what I left behind?
I refuse to continue living like this.
But I can’t find the courage to manipulate my fate.
As this door closes, another should open, right?
I’ve done all I wanted to do, theres really nothing left for me here.
Theres nothing left that I can hang on too.
Theres no emotion I can trust..
And I don’t know what to do..
Everyones eyes train on me with disgust!
I can’t feel what people want me to feel.
So off they go..
So you’ll never take a look?
into the words on the paper?
My story wants to end..
Let me close the book!