I'm stuck in a house that I can't call home.
it just feels so cold
when I get home and close the door.
thoughts flood my brain
I can't help but feel so alone.
As if the friends I was just with
weren't there at all.
Like its been that way
all along.
Returning to the hole I've spent years digging for myself.
I feel like a stranger in my own dome.

writing is what keeps me sane.
I keep fighting these unfair games with my brain
the commotion in my head so loud I can barely think straight
sleepless nights and empty walls
my mind is an endless hall
chaos, madness, hurricanes
I can't seem to turn away
maybe I'm the one to blame.

play me like a piano
so I could love you like my favorite song
synthesize a melody for me
while I crystalize my memory
sorry I overanalyzed this
thought we might summarize
the glamourized masks we put on.