The More I Think the Less I Know What I'm Thinking About

It's hard to find the line I'm not supposed to cross
when black and white produce a shade of gray.
The level of my sanity is becoming just a blur
assuming that it hadn't went away.

The meanings of my dreams are nothing like they seem
when I can't tell my dreams from reality.
The beating of my heart is coming to and end
as my consciousness fades into eternity.

It's hard to find the purpose to this song
when I can't decipher what I'd been writing all along
How do I find the truth in a haystack of lies
starting with the twinkle that was never in your eyes.

I can't determine if the game I play's supposed to end
when I become a victim of a facade.
The masquerade I made to hide all my mistakes
has only left me perfectly flawed.

Sometimes I can swear I hear you calling out my name
when lying all alone in my bed,
but as I awake to my cognitive state
I realize your voice was simply in my head.

It's hard to find the purpose of this song
when I can't decipher what I'd been writing all along.
How to I find truth in a haystack of lies
starting with the twinkle that was never in your eyes?

It's hard to find the line I'm not supposed to cross
when black and white produce a shade of gray.
The level of my sanity is nothing but a blur
since the moment you turned and walked away...