Sometimes I smile and I laugh but soon I’m gasping for air
And all I want is to find the nearest door
To escape from the darkness, the soul-less comfort that I could never exist in
I wonder how poison could feel so harmless
That anyone could live and breathe so easily
Without ever wondering if the world is truly anything like we were told it was
I get the feeling there’s more monsters surrounding me than I know
Each of them dressed the same, thinking it’s enough to say we all bleed the same
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