Laying here in my cold bed,
Trying to dream of the other side,
A place where everything is possible,
Where you can find peace, or anxiety.
The fantasies start to take over,
I feel this burden easing from my shoulders.
I see clearly now... I see you.
My body starts to tremble.
Is it joy... or is it hatred?
I am getting closer
But I only see a shadow
Like a fucking reminder.
That your life is so hollow...
You have to wake up eventually,
Back to the filthy city.
You need to face every day
But I want to go back,
Back where I have the same anxiety,
Back to where I at least don't have to exist.
Any longer...
There...
To the other side.