When you have a broken brain?
The cracks in my brain keep tripping me up.
I keep falling through them.
I jump over the cracks
And right when I think I've mastered the pattern and learn to jump over them at the right time or run at the right angle to successfully leap
I trip again and fall
I fall in slow motion
The world I know, the people, the sounds
become a dandelion in the wind, every little piece breaks apart
Floating from me
I search for some place to hold onto as I fall further and further from what I know
But my hands are tied and my eyes are closed
I pray, I pray, I pray
But when it comes down to it, I'm just talking to myself