Hide and Seek when You're a Freak.

The sun creeps over the mountain tops again.
Another beginning, yet another end.

Day by day, night by night,
My memories fade, my mind takes flight.

I’m nothing but the air that we need,
The smoke in a fire, the desperation and the greed.

I feel so buoyant, so carefree,
Like I can blend with the world like a dog and a flea.

I’ll be the hope in your despair,
I’ll be in your head, not actually there.

Why should I try when there’s clearly nothing left?
The world and the people- it all has its heft.

Now I just sit in the treetops and watch,
Noticing everything more than ever, turning it up a notch.

Everything is flipped upside down,
Just like my face, just like that now permanent frown.

Not another word, my voice is gone with my soul.
Death is a good feeling before it takes its toll.