I’m not suffering with spite I’m just feeling under the weather Not a real day for flying kites With the days going by And I’m unsure if it gets better

Sometimes I’m afraid to fall to fall so far into darkness sometimes I’m afraid to fall to fall so far and at fast speed the mind plays tricks

she keeps her head down as she walks around unlike the others she doesn’t realise she’s special people talk

The mind a weird space where thoughts appear and dreams collide as night screams across the sky

So many fond memories and I can still hear your laughter I can still see your face Over a year had passed and I still loved you

gracious some___ would say shes flawless like living rooms real spacious held high

im totally dazed there’s plenty of days where I’m zoning out catch me by a look anger is absent

A dark tunnel A darker mind For a moment the faces turn black The emptiness crawls its way up

Obligations arent for the weak but inside your head find mean streaks questions make you