She's a lost girl in a lost world,
but I know what she's tryna find.
Some call it music,
I call it never land.
Where we can take flight and don't have to ever land.
You can stay young forever if you follow your heart.
Know a 9-5 tears the soul apart,
Keep it safe you can keep your soul in art.
We can't live a lie, we would rather die, if I don't live for this I am not alive.
I don't deserve the breathe, I don't deserve the steps, don't deserve the criticism or compliments.
This is who I am, this is what I do.
Outside of never land I don't have a clue.
They call us lost but this is the place where I was found
Take my hand Wendy we're home now.

Hope is not found in a desperate measure
Nor is love found in the flesh's pleasure
Made up of endorphins or abstract ideals
Too much of either, you won't know how to feel

Something within me
Just isn’t quite right,
Edging its way
Right into the light

Is it my fault,
Or is it my genes?
My mental unrest
Is more than it seems.

From inside my mind
This flaw is long etched
Bound and entwined
This bottle; my sketch

These spirits cajole me;
Caress, lick, and tame
Then slaughter my conscience
In shambles, my brain

My epitaph states
If I were to die
Of my lack of control;
An unanswered cry

And where can I go?
This race, can I halt?
The best and the worst;
It’s namely my fault.

Something inside me
Deep under my skin
Isn’t quite right
Diseased from within

Fallen above
The height of alone,
The solitude found
Is what I condone;

Hidden, and silent
Inside my cocoon
My demons and I;
ALONE, in my room.

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