one moment
you're in your room
dreaming of the world outside your window
dreaming of the world outside your window
the next you're living in that world
fighting to make your place
not really living anyway
in that world full of dreams
there's nothing but broken memories
and songs that you can't listen to
we try to clutch onto the things
that give us hope
but eventually, those are tainted too
what are we left with
except for the knowledge
that we're supposed to keep moving
don't stop swimming
you'll just drown
in the weight of the feelings you've ignored
expected to be perfect
and do it all
everything feels wrong
everything
always feels
wrong