Song for the Delusional
Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 4:39 am
Slight feeling of discontent,
Itching of my palms
I close my eyes halfway,
Nothing matters anyway
mhmm
And despite the poor ventilation,
I breath freely.
And despite my cluttered mind,
I think clearly.
I feel fine.
I'm in the place I call home,
I'm in my comfort zone
And you can't touch me,
Nothing can touch me,
I feel fine.
Don't you worry about me,
Someday you will see,
that I'm not going down that easily,
I'll always be fine.
When you see the world like me,
See it how I want it to be,
We'll be fine.
Itching of my palms
I close my eyes halfway,
Nothing matters anyway
mhmm
And despite the poor ventilation,
I breath freely.
And despite my cluttered mind,
I think clearly.
I feel fine.
I'm in the place I call home,
I'm in my comfort zone
And you can't touch me,
Nothing can touch me,
I feel fine.
Don't you worry about me,
Someday you will see,
that I'm not going down that easily,
I'll always be fine.
When you see the world like me,
See it how I want it to be,
We'll be fine.