• What is reality,
    What is normality,
    What is this gloom growing inside of me?
    What is nature,
    What is paper,
    To a man with no music while no longer with her?
    How do you edit your soul,
    How do you do anything at all,
    How do you pick yourself up after a fall?
    I can't keep that pattern.
    I know nobody likes me.
    Not even the other ones inside me.
    Like a deafening roar,
    I had a plan to die but guess what,
    I let you down again.
    Don't worry it may be soon,
    Over these voices I can't hear myself think,
    And the rare times I sleep, I can't ever dream,
    Guess this was all my own doing,
    But say what you need, I'm sure I'll believe it.
    No matter if it's harsh or a threat or a reason to leave.
    Solitude is really lonely in crowded rooms and crowded minds.
    Everyone's gone ahead and I'm merely left behind.
    This distance is really killing me,
    The one between ghosts and the living.
    I only believe in mediums,
    with all my beings,
    because I know right now I can't deal with you leaving..
    I only believe in mediums,
    Because I can't say goodbye