What's this plastic film around my vision?
What's real and by God, what is fake?
Am I truly a human if I can't see the line?
Static filters through incandescent cracks.
Lost not because I'm aimless,
Lost because I can't tell who I am,
What senses am I truly feeling?
Maybe something has to change.
Something has to change.
When the light that burns for my lungs,
Makes it past my thoughtless nights,
My days are shorter than ever now,
Scares me to think I won't get rid of it.
Lost not because I'm aimless,
Lost because I can't tell who I am,
What sense am I truly feeling?
Maybe something has to change.
Something has to change.
A hop and skip away from my dreams,
I thought "maybe, I'm asleep" but I know,
I'm holding hands with flesh, bone and marrow,
Why don't I feel the same when you're not around?
Something has to change.
I know, I need to change.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 3:12 AM UTC
What's this plastic film around my vision?
What's real and by God, what is fake?
Am I truly a human if I can't see the line?
Static filters through incandescent cracks.
Lost not because I'm aimless,
Lost because I can't tell who I am,
What senses am I truly feeling?
Maybe something has to change.
Something has to change.
When the light that burns for my lungs,
Makes it past my thoughtless nights,
My days are shorter than ever now,
Scares me to think I won't get rid of it.
Lost not because I'm aimless,
Lost because I can't tell who I am,
What sense am I truly feeling?
Maybe something has to change.
Something has to change.
A hop and skip away from my dreams,
I thought "maybe, I'm asleep" but I know,
I'm holding hands with flesh, bone and marrow,
Why don't I feel the same when you're not around?
Something has to change.
I know, I need to change.
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