So much, too many, too much, I don't believe this. It's happening too fast, I can't think. When did this happen, why do these happen, how could ? The dreams, the broken mirror, it's swimming past me too fast.
Out in the middle of nowhere, its hiding. The truth cannot be define, by what means nothing. They pushed, she pushed, he pushed me down. Threw me down into the depths of unfinished dreams.
Trapped underneath this filth, this depth that doesn't help bright my ways. It's all too weird to see through these eyes that cannot work underneath this brain. All this vain is too hard when to feel this confusion all boiled inside.
All this dreaming is hard to work when reality takes over. Strengthening my confusion, it's hard to breathe. It's hard to do things that doesn't seem right. What's right, what's not, what's wrong about all things I suffered?
And the unfinished,
Seeking the life I deserved all time, falls between my fingers like dirty water twinkling down the pipes in cities. It was never done, those thoughts, I dreamed of. They flew away, dislike me, hates me, never once wanted anything to do with me. Broke the light that lit the idea that now leaks the unfinished needs.