When things get bad i just hide away.
In my own little world far away.
I ly in a filed of tall grass
With mind wondering the servants pass
I wonder what it’s like to be alive
Because i’ve just been feeling dead inside.
Oh, how i search for emotion
to fill the void and to stop the commotion
my life is just series of events
Piling on top of each other till theres nothing left.
Stacking the anger till it’s gone
Being broken till i’m fixed
Feeling sad until i’m okay
Reaching my breaking point till its broke
Feeling my way around this thing i call life.

Because in the end what’s there left to say?
will matter where i go?
Or what i do?
What will happen?

i find myself trying to be at peace, but then i get lost in my mind.
i get lost in the sadness
i get so lost i forget where i am
or what i’m doing
or where to go
so that just leaves confused and lost in my own little world
changing the pattern of how life flows
its just all mental concept i tell myself
but then i think
and then i sink
far away
to the place thats all decay