There I sit,
lost in my own mind.
Watching the world,
and time fly by.
Thinking up Rhymes,
I sit in this desk.
My mind decaying.
Eating at my flesh.
So I write a song.
As I try to hold on.
To this spinning world.
When nothing is really wrong.
Let me out of this place.
I'm in outer-space.
Vanishing without a trace.
Tears fall down my face.
And then I remember you.
The way you talked to me.
The things you thought of me.
Everything.
It's ok now.
