ive been fading into the walls and into the smoke
not a single word spoke, its such a joke
these lives, these dreams im dying to leave
but fading in is ok it seems
i roll around in blankets of depression
feeling the heavy weight of something against my chest
and i struggle to cope with what is real
with people and things youre made to interact
but they laugh at you and you pretend to laugh back
but fading in is ok it seems
not really but its what i pretend to believe