I've lost my way more than just a couple times
But I've never been caught committing any foolish crimes
I've felt weak, I've felt alone, with my life I've tried to squeeze the lime
To my surprise this has happened more than just one time
Dont think theres anymore harm left that I can do
I sit alone to watch the moon and write the troubles of my crowded mind
I think I prefer this rather than something of some ****** kind
There's something about this soothe that I'm addicted to
Imigination let's my words form a thrilling rhyme
In this world there's just nothing I cant do
I reach out to the hands that no one else can see
I drink the potions which set my ****** soul at a peaceful ease
My laser eyes shoot the demons reaching out to grab at me
I hear the voices counting saying something like come back to me
Snapping back from hypnosis on the count of three
My eyes open to face the bland sight of reality