The wave is just another message that they just don't see,
So that's it I'm done writing your wrongs and I'm ready to move on.
Guess what I'm done trying to be the best of three,
In this battle for the mind by crooked heros verses honest cons.
These thoughts are not a business plan its survival,
But I've been left behind and I would in this city of silicon bronze.
Still we've seen what no one ever saw before,
A saviour that couldn't even save us but they can still see the suns.
Every day what they try to say to me means nothing,
But it all makes sense the next afternoons waking up in cloths again.
I wanna be forgotten please don't make it worse,
I don't want to me reminded of the wet nights watching the window pane.
I'm clinging to the thread that keeps me tethered,
Watching the airport traffic knowing that I'll soon be on a plane.
I'm taking off if I can't forget I'm running away,
Departure gates and plain adverts lead the plane delay the pain delay.
Every time I try to leave I find I keep on falling,
I stand by the strength of my crutch and losing my dodgy footing,
I look the other way to hide the feeling of crying.
My minds all out of place yet everything is here just floating,
I tried to do the right thing and be all I need,
Still I'm falling through the turntables and pass out spinning.
Silently the world has me stuck in its tide,
And its hard to wake up when the darkness is so filling.
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