I know pain is inevitable
Sometimes it’s hard to breathe at night
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever cry again, but I can feel the pain, ironic I know
Often I drift into another universe, where 2020 may be regular
Maybe we should close the blinds
Of course I notice the uncertain verbiage being presented before you
If you are reading this, I understand how you can drift from love into the darkness, to symbolize the present clouds
Is resting in paradise the new life adjustment, what a paradigm shift that would be
What a fucking pessimist right?
As I lay to rest the foundation of my existence, I wonder if this armor will hold
Just maybe, this is a dream
Maybe I’m just hurt and confused
