You created an illusion for yourself in which I refuse to sink my teeth into
Not ordinary, you are finding yourself just like the others.
Swim away and through the iceberg tipping, but never will you get far.
Breathe in, breathe out, and the air seems enough to suffocate you.
Your little spark, your potential
It seems to fade and fade.
You have your fairy tales, and there’s reality.
You realize there something more
Can’t sleep unless there’s something breathing in your room.
I hope you sleep well with the ghost of me
I hope you get through with the skeletons in your closet.