Reality is jaded, memories are faded The end of a long hedonistic night comes down to the same old plight Reminiscent of the old days when you never knew you had enough to go on, In the end, you always got more than what you thought Is it the freedom that you're after? or is it the one that's chasing you? Are you trying to create a story for yourself? Or just being a part of one makes you feel complete? Maybe you've always given your best, maybe all you need is some rest Some shut-eye to take a temporary pause in a life that never stops Will you ever get there or is it just a waste of time? Will your passion be the wildfire you crave or will it put you in your grave?
There's no end to this pretend, maybe this is the wrong intent Project what you are, there's no reason to be scared Madness is the only reality and reality is the only madness You thought life was a gravy train and you arrive late to the station But believe that this struggle is your only salvation
Now that you try to fight it, try to snap out of it, it seems harder than usual This encounter with your past self might not seem so casual Maybe it has some significance Or is there another meaning to life? Well, if at the end of the tunnel you see the meaning Will you chase it or would you want to transcend the feeling? Because maybe if you already found the meaning, your life would lose it.