I can’t handle the looks that they’re giving,
So tonight I will leave the world of the living,
and travel into the world of dreams,
Held together by infinite stitches and seams.
I balance on a thread as I walk to a whole new world.
Met all the strangers whose lips were curled.
Mr. Unknown dressed in borrowed clothes,
Who has secrets so dark, he strikes a friendly pose.
I am this man.
the one who always ran,
along these threads that dictate how I feel.
Now I can’t even tell what’s real
Because the stitches and seams start to fray,
and the brand new holes let in the light of day.
Those strangers in the night call me a friend,
Now I’m not an actor but i Try to pretend,
To lOse my melancholic demeanor,
But the world of the living isn’t meant for a dreamer.
