| The sky’s so perfect I could scream
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| As if I’ve not woken from this dream
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| I feel a terror seeping in
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| Something just beneath the skin
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| Everything feels wrong
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| Everything is wrong with me
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| The stars keep staring back at me
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| Hiding something I can’t see
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| All these memories flooding back
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| Filling up the heart I lack
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| Everything is wrong
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| Everything feels wrong with me
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| Such familiar horizon
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| Comforts me as it always has
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| A pale glow shall soon wash over
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| Leading to the home I never had
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| Everything feels wrong
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| Everything is wrong with me
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| A world devoid of inspiration
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| And I have never felt so weak
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| I seem to see myself as a failure
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| The old mirror so oblique
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| And yet I breathe each day
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| And yet I breathe each day
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| As if to prove I am alive
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| A simple mark of desperation
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| As I throw my mind away
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| A fleeting spark of inspiration
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| Of the words I cannot say
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| Everything feels wrong
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| And everything is wrong with me
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| Everything feels wrong
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| Everything is wrong
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| Everything feels wrong
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| Everything is wrong with me |