this headache start to bug me
my words have become shorter and shorter, wandering aimlessly
this could be it, the death of a composer, the upset of a lifetime
leaving only an imposter to answer the call
Maybe I should embark on another path
rethink what must be done to quench my admiration
it was fun for a moment and like everything in life, it must come to an end
the ego must die, and along with it, my trust in the unreachable light
I should've never come here
for nothing good ever had the spine to embrace me
I grew tired of trusting my way
but something keeps telling me to take one more step
one couldn't hurt
trust me, just this one time
