hope one day to disassociate so hard that I astral project and reach nirvana
I haven't spoken to you for over a year
then why does it feel like you're still breathing down my neck
I'd like for you to leave
Inheritance, Matthew Cornell, 2012
You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep
I’m sorry if i seem weird it's because I literally am
maybe I am insane
incredibly delusional
maybe it's my brain
maybe this is futile
maybe I am to blame
my insides are draining out, volatile
maybe I'm too vain
the screams no longer audible
maybe this is stained
with our memories from the carnival
maybe I've been framed
the likelihood is probable
maybe I am shame
a personified individual
maybe you miss the fame
you were always so remarkable
maybe one day I'll explain
all those unforseen obstacles
*listens to "The Grey" - Movements*