We are all going through the same hell
Anxiety overtaking everything
Seeing our hands but not feeling them
Not feeling anything but everything
You are going through the motions
Again and again and again
But at last nobody seems to notice
Nobody notices the fake curl of your lip
Or how you don't look both ways
When crossing the streets
Here's to the people who feel like me
Who don't know what's reality
And what is a dream
Darkness pulling at your sleeve
And coldness taking over
Wishing that maybe it is all a dream
