the sky was the limit
but now it's descending
and all of the plans
I was making are pending
and winter's persistent
with percipatation
and I'm filling up
like a pool of frustration
and everything's heavy
like fog in the air
and my mind runs laps
while my eyes blankly stare
cause I died the day
that I stopped believing
now everyone who's ever
loved me is leaving
I wish I could cry
but I haven't been able
cause I always try
to appear to be stable
but I'm just the product
of imagination
and dreams that were conjured
while under sedation
so talk to me straight
and look into my eyes
I think you will see
that I wear no disguise
and I'm thin as air
still you can't see through me
so there is nothing to me
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