Unclear

I can’t look at my body and say that it’s mine
our bodies are just temporary homes for our endless minds
We have created this world where nothing is real
The smoke is gone but everything’s still unclear
Don’t forget that your mind never dies
You leave your home and then fly up to the sky
But with my bad mind how am I supposed to live, shall I just play pretend so they doesn’t see…the real me?
Can you see me banging on the window, trying to escape, please save me from myself while the sun is awake
It seems like the pain never ends and the scars doesn’t fades
I’m trying to reach out but they keep pulling me back. How am I supposed to live in a world where our abstract minds cuts down to a soul less box

Reklam