Woke up this morning with the sun on my face
Pastel paintings on the walls of my room
Light beams dancing on the covers of my bed
Stopping to catch a breath in the space you used to be
This is far from coincidence, connected in random moments
A functional dysfunction becomes a repeated occurrence
I stand isolated from the thought of my being,
unable to break the ice around my heart
Is there a reason I should be listening to myself again
when I know by nightfall my world will be dead once more?
This is far from coincidence, connected in random moments
A functional dysfunction becomes a repeated occurrence
Take my hand as I walk into the great unknown
I'll see you on the other side smiling
I'll see your tears aren't exactly real
So take my hand, we'll wake from the world