Walking alongside my twin that lays beside my mind
While I believe in crooked people and I sigh with a memory of a line
A sign, something I didn't design
The disgusting hedonistic feeling that I've been trying to disguise
I'm sick of waiting
I'm sick of lying to my friends about my emotional anxiety
I consistently consider recognizing my reconstruction
But my mind just wanted to be more than anything I am
I'm sick of pain
I'm sick of fighting
Mother and father don't exist while I'm here
Father left
And mothers dying
I'm tired but I cannot sleep
When all I know is how to weep
The happiness inside a screen
Has never kept me from falling deep
I wanna know before I die
Just how you look me in the eyes
And tell yourself that I'm okay
If only you could summarize
I'll never know a true talent
Only the world moving so fast
I'll never see a golden bridge
Because I'm looking through a glass
I've heard heaven is a paradise
Will you tell me to count sheep
The beauty we become
As we decay under the sun
