When light shines on my face
I feel excluded
The last thing that I need to embrace
I think I knew it
It's not like every single day
Can be so perfect
I think I see it
The artificial light is always the cleanest
I just can't see it
And I always try to reach it
The feelings I can't reach them
I see the thing that keeps me
I think I need to get away now
It's not a Holland holiday now
Things repeat again
I need sleep again
I don't think that I can stop it
Didn't need it then
But it's never been
Something that grows as I get
Pack the last thing I ever need
The light won't trail me to my sleep
I'd rather bleed out, than just to bleed
My friends don't even see me
Can you look at me
I feel like such a creep
I hold things but know we
Can sit here but I never think
I think I need to get away now
It's not a Holland holiday now
I think I'll die here
My work is so bare
The light may take me
Imperfect like the thing I breathe
Forever
