What If (Dichotomy) - Sifting

What if I

Listen to my wayward and melodramatic mood

Just for a change

What if I’d sat here to

Contemplate my future and my past

Over no coin toss

And what if I

Stop trying

And start off making

A little bit of sense again

Here I am

Going all out to be someone

Well this is me

Pretending I know why I breathe

Set the stages and props

This is my prime role

I’m the only one

But I’m still lost inside me

Empty that brimming glass

Off of my head, don’t fill it up again

But I keep hearing the screams

What if I

Self induce amnesia and a little bit of madness, Bury my mental patterns

What if I

Quit fancying my life from the mighty leafy treetops

I might get real, just might get real

Here I am

But I’m not allowed to be someone

Well this is me

Another casualty of this dichotomy

Set the stages and props

This is my prime role

I’m the only one

But I’m still lost inside me

Empty that brimming glass

Off of my head, don’t fill it up again

But I keep hearing the screams

Like a dream as I touch the sky with my bleeding hands

I set my foot on this life

Set the stages and props

This is my prime role, I’m the only one

But I’m still lost inside me

Empty that brimming glass

Off of my head, don’t fill it up again

But I keep hearing the screams

The ego needs to be loud

Empathy speaks out for itself

But I keep hearing the screams