…It’s something more than that -Sublte Taken like a pill to subdue the franticness …It’s something just like that -Scheduled Met right on time to suspend my disbelief …It’s based on made up fact -Skeptical A dream world I drift into hiding myself again …It’s listing all the things I lack -Surreal Judge and jury of my lifetime, enemy still a friend
I’m collapsing under the weight Always the strong one, always so strong but I’m submitting to this fate My pulse is a song, it’s made up-sing along
Dragging. My feet. Always dragging. Like sleep. Flagging. Down help. I’m in distress. This is my SOS. Snuff the candle out.
wow i really i like this. at first i was busy trying to work out what you were writing about, and enjoying the repeated use of s. i never figured out what you were describing but to me it was walking to meet a good friend to make an apology i didn't deserve to be accepted.