I think the map has lost its pinpoints that mark the places I wanna see.

I don't know where I'm going in the grand scheme of things what I want and who I want to be.

I give my all and I get nothing. I'm tired and I don't know what to do. My eyes are slowly getting deeper and darker, a once shiny apple rotten through.

If I could run away to an island, would I get rid of the lump in my throat?

I'd scream out to the emptiness of ocean instead of the one innermost.

Ignorance is the root of misfortune, but if I try to understand can I be fortunate?

I'm feeling disappointed, disconnected, disappearing, dissatisfied. But I lie.

Sometimes I feel like I'm a burden. A disguised liability.

I just can't figure out the critical equation, of how to just let things be.

Sometimes I like to play a game in my head, where I'm a character in a show.

Because then I trick my mind to thinking that the ending is something that I know.

I feel a burn, I feel a chain around my chest I feel pain

-tings on the wall come down a bottle smashes on the ground

Is this a test of what is real? Of what I think and what I feel?

I made a promise to myself that I would find a way to help me.

Ignorance is the root of misfortune

But if I try to understand, can I be fortunate?

I'm feeling disappointed, disconnected, disappearing, dissatisfied. But I lie.