Part. I
A reflective state of mind, I’ve been there since day one
Learned to tear down expectations because I had a deal to mount
Side of a story crumpling paper crowns and meeting stony queens
For whatever reason I can’t get back in time by any means
Throwing my feelings into disgrace wasn’t intended in my dreams
But we’re all living the nightmare, begging nicely for acceptance like it’d be a need
You claim you can turn the living things with heartstrings into a bunch of souvenirs
But, in fact, you’re fooling yourself for another matter of time on the timeline of your springs
I can see insecurity through your eyelids, you’re not too different from many other types
When we’re turning off the lights, let’s see which one of us will own the crime
But at least you try -
Definitely, like a neurosurgeon’s attempt that damages what’s good inside
It’s quite the constitution, but you’re not sure it is that steady
When everyone around admits you’re crazy, it’s crystal clear how you have been lately
You might not realize, that’s why I tell you stories
About power, about glory, about your selfish behavior but sorely
However, as if would even matter the intensity
I just draw the directions from pure audacity
If you’re doomed, you’re doomed, chances to wake up would be so slim
If I were by nature optimistic, I would’ve said “give it a spin”
Pin your interests and waddle on, like it would help
To get the hint you’re lost in distraction would take too much patience, yet more stress
If your independence were understandable, maybe it could be, but goes beyond
The fact that you’re ignoring like a ghost, you’re watching from far
A lump in throat.
