Disorder of the Soul

All I wanted was the end
To be granted my one whim
I'm not that demanding
And it's not such a long shot
But it's all that I wished
And none that I got

Was my prayer never heard?
I suppose it fell unto deaf ears
And now everything's so blurred
Reality and fantasy mixed

Is that a rabbit I see running by?
With a pocketwatch and waistcoat?
Oh, I must be getting high
Higher and higher, floating far away
Far beyond the reach of mortal strife
So just let me go

Let me fly off to the stars
That's where we belong, you know
That's the place I was born
Whether you realize it or not

I place a hesitant hand on the water's surface
Watch my reflection break and scatter
Like the flame of the blown out candle
It seems like I've disappeared
And my mass has exaporated
Oh, I miss myself so

The end is unheard of here
Pain some imaginary disease
Please oh please help me
Get free of this disorder of the soul