Impaired Waking Life

Reality's company
Is such a bore.

The disability to believe in ability.

You are all created from my imagination,
Objects, obstacles.

What is memory?

Creation.

It's simple. It's fake.

Life lives, falls and at last comes the break.
I will keep my window open,
The breeze feels better, indoors.

Fake Blue

In the wake of the night.
No matter.
My mind is just tangled in you.
Lost in my imagination
This cold winter fakes blue.

Everything we've just created
I want it to be true.
Everything we had erased
Has made me someone new.

And I fall for you.
Yeah, I need you too.
Fall for you.
What do you do.

I look up to the sky,
Wondering for reasons why.
Is there answers, can we try?
I dont want to say goodbye.

You have dreams, I have them too.
We dont have to let them loose.
We can hide away in bed sheets,
Listening to each others heartbeats.

In the wake of the night.

No matter.

My mind is just tangled in you.

Lost in my imagination

This cold winter fakes blue.

And we fake blue.

Break Me

You don’t love. 

You only say you do.

You only pretend. 

And I wonder how you can do that to a person,

A person who would die for you.

The Pretentious

The secrets that are eating away at our insides,

The smiles we use to look happy when really we're sad, 

The cover-up's, and the masks to hide just who we are..

Make us different, and interesting. 

Then I think that it would be better if these things came out,

instead of letting them tear you to pieces.