Daydream

My well-penned anguish exaggerates my thoughts
My clogged up head.  I’ll get buried alive, ashamed of my own pride
My heart, my destiny, my destiny reliving your past in my head.
Unplug the support systems, I’m perfectly fine.
I don’t need to breathe, I don’t need to live.

I know what it’s like to be numb,
Numb.
So numb I feel it.
I feel my charisma rising from the back of my head
From the back of my mind, chaotic ideas rushing back and forth.
And when you turn your back on wishful thinking, reality strikes back hard.
Go ahead and laugh but reality was never meant to be misplaced with karma.

I can’t feel you,
I can’t feel the guilt any longer
Isn’t it funny how your secrets are killing me?

I’ll just sit back and daydream.
While your pathetic excuse of life tries to figure it out.