Honestly what will become of me, don't like reality, It's way too clear to me, But really life is daily, We are what we don't see, Missed everything daydreaming.
Traveling I only stop at exits, Wondering if I'll stay, Young and restless, Living this way I stress less, I want to pull away when the dream dies, The pain sets it and I don't cry, I only feel gravity and I wonder why. Well the dogs were whistling a new tune, Barking at the new moon, Hoping it would come soon so that they could. And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and the rain forgot how to bring salvation. Flames to dust, Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end?