Hope on the Skylineand these infatuationsthey drag me awayand I can't help but hopethat you'll be there somedaywhere the infatuationfinally meets reality.the tears stream my cheekand I can't stay awakeas I realize realitywas never what I madeinside of my imagination,you are my imagination.
The Strugglefacing these demonsthe ones I createdwithin myselfthey pick, pick, pick,destroy.ensuring that I am cutinto tiny pieces of this personI once thought I wasthese creatures take awayand never give backtiny shred of light insidescreaming to run, fastand I can't force myselfto get away from it allI'm stuckthey've trapped mepick, pick, pickdestroy.