One two, die before I do.
Three four, dream a little more.
Five six, it all comes to this.
Seven eight, I won't make you stay.
Nine ten, goodbye my dear friend.
Maybe, this sanity was just a glass roof over me.
Maybe, my broken soul never really found some peace.
Maybe, I'm normal in head, but in reality, I'm all over the place and I just need to sleep.
Bloody vines.
