I’ve been watching the world fall apart,
I’ve been writing stories to be where you are.
And I’ve been trying to plan this masquerade,
So you see I’m trying to change.

To me, you’re the table that holds every seat,
I would sacrifice anything for your popularity.
But I see pleasing is a sacrifice for creativity,
I feel myself each time deplete.

I’m searching blithe in the darkest plight,
Every time I write, I’m trying to find my light.
It’s cloaked, but for once...