Strangers - Lovechild

I’ve thought about it in time, and time and time again.

Pushing myself to the furthest limits.

Do I mean the things I say?

Am I getting carried away?

I know it’s not a joke, but say it if you mean it.

Corrupted by normality,

Blurred visions in my reality,

Oh, when will it end?

The cycle perpetuates.

Everyone would get a little far from where we are,

Just like I’m some kind of mistake.

The promises I’ve kept,

The people that I’ve left,

Will be the ones to help me dig my grave.

In a way I’m numb, so I’m nothing.

Close my eyes for what the future brings.

In a way I’m nothing, but don’t call me that.

Feel my being separate;

mind dissipates.