Running through a meadow
Tripping through the weeds
I try so hard to see the light
And find I cannot see
I'm always keeping my mouth shut
Though I want to scream
Sometimes I feel carefree and happy
And cry to realize it was just a dream
.
I'm alone in a dark hallway
I wake up and I'm alone in a dark room
I don't see the difference
Between my dreams and what is true
All these thoughts are dizzying
And make me want to swoon
Especially when I realize
It's all really true.
.
Tripping through the weeds again
Fake sanity on the fritz
I feel like my existence is a sin
I'm tired of the glitz
I'm tired of this.
