The thought of nothing
It's hard to imagine
you were real
when you were never really there
its hard to imagine
you still are real...
but i know you are.
because every thought
to ever cross my mind
screams it
until my ears bleed
until the edges of my vision
fade to white
and im scared stiff,
but still curious enough to wonder
Were you real?
Are you real?
Were you ever really there?
Or did i hold onto the thought of nothing?
you were real
when you were never really there
its hard to imagine
you still are real...
but i know you are.
because every thought
to ever cross my mind
screams it
until my ears bleed
until the edges of my vision
fade to white
and im scared stiff,
but still curious enough to wonder
Were you real?
Are you real?
Were you ever really there?
Or did i hold onto the thought of nothing?