Laying here in my cold bed
Trying to dream of the other side
A place where everything is possible
Where you can find peace, or anxiety
The fantasies start to take over
I feel this burden easing from my shoulders
I see clearly now... I see you
My body starts to tremble
is it joy... or is it hatred?
I am getting closer
but I only see a shadow
like a fucking reminder
that your life is so hollow...
You have to wake up eventually
back to the filthy city
you need to face every day
But I want to go back
back where I have the same anxiety
back to where I at least
don't have to exist any longer...
there...
to the other side
