Can I tell you what this ,/ whole things really all about ./
What if I just stood there,/
but I couldn't get it out ./ Of my head is this perfect, Vision of who?/
But its not what I deserve ,/
Because this vision is of you./

I feel like I deserve all these tragedies./
And maybe I'm not ment to serve (this whole) reality./
And it Feels like I'm Losing my realm of thoughts,/
Just gradually ./...