Oh it's a game, hold tight. Can you shut your eyes?. Shut out the light. Death is so bright. From dreams you wake to shock. To find it's true. But, she's not you.
How do I come around. After all that has gone down. I strain to hear the sound of my heartbeat. . How can I tell myself. If I can't tell anyone else. I'll stick my thoughts on the shelf 'til tomorrow.