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