I'm sorry that life,
Seems to want to **** your light,
It's pretty complicated I get it,
But just stick by me, don't fret it,
We're ******* up heads,
Stuck in a warp in a bed by a park,
We'll wander at that park until dark,
Once it's dark we're gonna embark,
On a road, on declining steep,
Until we take it and reap what we sow.

Visit that old dome,
Back at the bad home,
Where all the nightmares seem to get you down,
Now, I don't wanna see you frown, but it's only natural,
In the memories it's just a fracture of all-
All those inspiring killing storms,
If it was your thoughts that you form-
Talk to me in this school, in this house, in this landscape,
Where you seem to make your own tape fake-
It's way up a drain,
You're a mother's main name to pain,
At least that's what she tells you.

I'm sorry that life,
Seems to want to **** your light,
It's pretty complicated I get it,
But just stick by me, don't fret it,
We're ******* up heads,
Stuck in a warp in a bed by a park,
Now in that park I want you to start,
To imagine yourself in place away from here,
Whether it's far or near,
You need to understand that life is what you'll make it,
It's time to stop faking it so that you can take it,
Bringing living back to reality,
Instead of resulting in casualty.