I'm constantly in this dreamlike state.
It's like I'm never fully awake.
I'm constantly in this dreamlike state.
It's like my brain is on a life long break.

I feel like I'm walking through a cloud.
I'm just waiting for my mind to wake up.
I feel like I'm walking through a cloud.
I'm just moving along like a lost little pup.

It's like I'm not actually here.
I'm in third person watching a fictional game.
It's like I'm not actually here.
I'm in the sky only hearing my name.

I'm on the edge of imagination and reality.
I can't tell what is real or fake.
I'm on the edge of imagination and reality.
I can't even wake up if my life's at stake.

I don't know if I'm awake or sleeping.
It all feels the same to me.
I don't know if I'm awake or sleeping.
It all feels like I'm not where I'm supposed to be.

It's like I see things through a ***** lens.
I'm not sure what I'm looking at.
It's like I see things through a ***** lens.
I'm not sure it should be like that.

All my movements are in instant replay.
I view them over and over again.
All my movements are in instant replay.
Is this how it's always been??

I follow the lines like a guide.
But all I do is stray away.
I follow the lines like a guide.
How do I know when to leave or stay??

Everything I see is an outside view.
I see my body from above.
Everything I see is an outside view.
Will somebody please just give my head a shove??

I never know if I'm in a dream.
I've locked my consciousness in a cup.
I never know if I'm in a dream.
Why can't I just wake up??

Something isn't right.
I swear I'm not lying.
Something isn't right.
God, why would I be ******* lying??

I'm constantly in this dreamlike state.
It's like I'm never fully awake.
I'm constantly in this dreamlike state.
It's like my brain is on a life long break.

So hard, I try,
to do my best.
I'd say that's a lie,
but I digress.

I'm tired and hungry,
much needed rest.
So hard, I try,
to pass my test.

So hard, it seems,
to get a good grade.
I'd say I didn't study,
but I'd be betrayed.

I space and dream,
brain needs a trade.
So hard, I try,
to have thoughts not frayed.

So hard, I play,
to live my life.
I'd say I don't cry,
but I'd cause strife.

I hope and pray,
the end of a knife.
So hard, I play,
to pay my pride.

Around and around,
do the butterflies swirl.
Around and around,
their wings make them twirl.

Antennae up high,
clouds soaring by.
Never on the ground,
are they ever found.

Over and under,
in wind do they sway.
Over and under,
their path does not stray.

Wings when in flutter,
they fly smooth like butter.
They flow and they flap,
eyes locked in their trap.

Left and right,
in rain they don't dive.
Left and right,
in all weather they thrive.

The things I didn't know.
The things that wouldn't show.
The things I couldn't find.
The things my brain couldn't hear.

I live in fear that I will do something stupid.
I live in fear that my heart won't love what I did.
I live in fear that I will ***** it all over.
I live in fear that I will dig too deep.

My brain and heart almost never coincide.
My brain and heart act like the communication is fried.
My brain and heart don't live hand in hand.
My brain and heart don't have the control panel manned.

But then I realized my brain had it backwards.
But then I realized I wasn't ever lost.
But then I realized I'd always seen it wrong.
But then I realized it was there all along.

Now what I see is something I know.
Now what I see is clear like a glass.
Now what I see is a feel my heart can't shove.
Now what I see is what I love.

One on its own,
has much living beauty,
from its luscious green,
to its brook swept clean.

With petite little flowers,
and butterflies in plenty.
With its sweet-smelling breeze,
and warmth with no freeze.

Another tall and grown,
in an unkempt glory,
from its entangled brush,
to its interwoven lush.

With trees like towers,
and moths powdered heavy.
With its intoxicating wind,
and cold not well to fend.

Together and sewn,
tell and extravagant story,
from their devious fork,
to their streams capped by cork.

With leaves in layers,
and insects in hurry.
With their whispering gusts,
and secrets one oughtn't trust.

She says she's sorry.
She says she didn't mean to.
But is she really sorry??
Does she really mean to??

She says she doesn't do it on purpose.
She says she won't do it again.
But she does do it on purpose.
She does it all the time.

She says we leave her out.
She says we walk away.
But she leaves us out.
She leaves us to walk alone.

She says she's helping a friend.
She says we wouldn't understand.
But she doesn't help her other friends.
She doesn't give us a chance to try.

We've tried to fix it before.
But some people never change.
I don't think it can ever be mended.
I think it will be this way forever.

I want to tell her.
I know I should.
She deserves to know.
But I don't think I could.

She's my best friend.
I've known her so long.
I love her a lot.
But I'm scared telling her is wrong.

I'm worried she'll judge.
I'm scared she'll leave me.
I'm scared she'll laugh.
I'm worried she won't see what I see.

I want to tell her.
I know I should.
She deserves to know.
But I don't think I could.

She's my best friend.
I've known her for years.
I love her a lot.
I try to tell her but my brain only shifts gears.

I know she'll accept me.
I know it will be a shock.
But she needs to know.
What I feel around the clock.

I want to tell her.
I know I should.
She deserves to know.
I think, maybe, now I could.