Caught myself in a landmine
where the ghost of potential walks right before me,
the ghouls of my past sing a song for me,
and the monsters of the present stand by me
they whisper in both ears as they surround me
that all those scary beings are my sole company
when lest i find real people to be real with
to let me forget the past i always see with
my unfortunes i assume, is it the persona im with?
a simple and unforgettable blithe
i don’t know who to blame for all of these separations of mine
i’m so afraid of all that is heavy and mine
God, hasn’t it been too much time
That they all call me theirs but i call no one mine

but it’s fine
i’ll just implode in this landmine