go on.

How can i live this life so vile..

Reality i just defile

When every second i move on ,

Id rather stay inlove and con

Myself , just like a blindfold on ,

Just like a trickster i once knew..

And every spark that i once had

Is either either buried or just dead..

But live and well inside my head..

As crazy people often do

I dream in style ..i rest, and shred

All doubts of real life ..just beg

For one more word..or dialing tone

And one last dream ..to keep it on..

Afraid , filled with regrets and shame

I cherish you ..and cry alone..

Delusional that if ur gone

And if ur dead..ill die the same..