Dear,
Maybe nothing else will ever be so clear, and maybe that's only my fear, if just for one day i wish i could disappear, just take me far from here. Maybe I'll find out nothing new, maybe I'll end up just like you!
There's no solution, give me truth to my conviction. Is my own confusion reality or fiction?
Am I out of my mind?
The constant pressure that keeps hanging over me, it makes me feel so empty. It's more than anything that I could ever be.
It took me so long to find out it's right there in front of me, too close to see what i thought was true ; i see right through what's killing you.
So maybe nothing else would ever be so clear...
Maybe nothing else will ever be so clear, and maybe that's only my fear, if just for one day i wish i could disappear, just take me far from here. Maybe I'll find out nothing new, maybe I'll end up just like you!
There's no solution, give me truth to my conviction. Is my own confusion reality or fiction?
Am I out of my mind?
The constant pressure that keeps hanging over me, it makes me feel so empty. It's more than anything that I could ever be.
It took me so long to find out it's right there in front of me, too close to see what i thought was true ; i see right through what's killing you.
So maybe nothing else would ever be so clear...
