Can’t keep it down, finally honest with myself
Embarked on a fruitless search for you in everybody else
Lost in the magic I can’t help but be miserable
Being 29 is nothing but cynical

Drugged with delusion, hacking down that red string
But phantoms made it durable like a pure gold ring
All of this is imaginary right? There is nothing to pursue
Yet it’s always so difficult to just pack it up and move

Because it’s never going to happen, it’s all for naught
You cannot control someone’s actions, let alone their thoughts

Split down the line, constantly disassociating out of time
Wishing for your happiness while also crying inside
Rooting for you to my own detriment
Plagued by complicated emotions that fill me with dread
Taking my sanity, and slamming it on cement
Please unnecessary feelings get out of my head
© Michael Kevin Olegario