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I'm on a rooftop, looking down
Head in my hands and empty street divides the town
Where even a friend may never come around
Maybe I'll walk away or stand and jump
I'm in a playground looking out
Where never a child remains, the chains swing about
I'm in a haunted frame of mind
Is this all fantasy or what's really happening to me?
I'm on a hilltop looking out
Watching the world degrade, my mind decay
Wishing for help but being proud
Pride in the drain I squander all I've ever saved
Trapped in my head, I'm looking out
A leafless broken tree sows seeds of doubt
Watching the clouds make shapes that bring me down
Is this all fantasy or what's really happening to me? |
