Bound By An Endless Desire To Wander Down Avenues Of Apathy

Darkness leaves a trail back to my bed

Subtle indoctrination of a society lusting after happiness in any shape and form

I can't sleep knowing you're thinking of sad things

Always a wonder you lull with goodbyes

What happens when the one who dreamt us wakes up and feels ashamed?

Descend to sing a dead note

The cruel paradox by which we always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love