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Staring at a broken candle
I noticed life's not a fable
Feeling the void in my mind
Burning myself, Yeah I'm fine

Back on my bad side
Last year my feelings died
Dancing
Fighting
The feeling Is fading

I just wanna runaround
Leave my seat, My heavy crown
Up from the goddamn ground
I'm finding new sounds
(I ain't fucking around)
(I ain't fucking around)

Running from myself
I know it rings a bell
All feel the same thing
Need to talk, Been saying

Let's not wait till it's too late
Let's stop faking before we dead
I'm not doing great
The future doesn't bode well

Thinking about the other world
Make things differently
Change from within
A roar upbringing

Sleeping in the present past
Waking up to my future self
Need to see what I can be
Not really dreaming about the wealth or money

Sitting between my mind and reality
Lost in the process, Only search necessity
Where do I digest this question that depresses me
The choice of will or nil

Playing with the notes in my mind
Letting them roam, Not hard to find
Whispered songs from a benefactor
A dream realtor, A real believer

Eating all of my worries away
I can't seem to find a way
The thing that's killing me
Is really driving me

Shower of thoughts
Gracious or sinuous
It's getting ludicrous

Back on my bad side
Last year my feelings died
Dancing
Fighting
The feeling Is fading

I just wanna runaround
Leave my seat, My heavy crown
Up from the goddamn ground
I'm finding new sounds
(I ain't fucking around)
(I ain't fucking around)

Talking about the things we don't say
The conversation tones to a hard gray

One step forward and two steps backwards
Tears in the back of the cupboard
Weird ideas on the thought board