Coming to an End
The memories throughout this life begin to blend with all my dreams
Is there writing on the wall or are these visions too extreme
Abusing psychedelic therapy to balance sanity
Of all I'm hoping for most of all is just so I can breathe
I am coming to an end, undone, and everything is gone
Emotions creeping in, I tell myself ignore it and become
The perfect man, the one untouched, is it even possible
I'll carry on, an imperfect soul, till death I welcome it the most
Is there writing on the wall or are these visions too extreme
Abusing psychedelic therapy to balance sanity
Of all I'm hoping for most of all is just so I can breathe
I am coming to an end, undone, and everything is gone
Emotions creeping in, I tell myself ignore it and become
The perfect man, the one untouched, is it even possible
I'll carry on, an imperfect soul, till death I welcome it the most
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Writer(s): Brooks Karchner
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