All of it's happening.
Without my permission.
Life's going on.
what is this condition?
Scared of the change,
And scared of the submission.
Looking for an excuse,
To cover up my addiction.
I don't know this magic,
I'm not a magician.
But I'll try to grab the wheel,
Though I don't have the ignition.
All I'm hoping for is to not get stuck,
In the decomposition.
