Imagination

Im often fastened to my mental Thinkin bout what I've been through Day dreaming bout what could be I surrender myself to fantasies I suppose thats why I rush into things Because I live for moments I conjure, they're not real How can I say that? I'm so lost I don't know whats reality Everything feels like a dream I don't know what it means I'm on the edge of insanity And I feel so much rage inside of me I feel guilty passion Is this another fantasy? Another figment of my imagination? I make judgments irrationally And take action irresponsibly I don't want this to be me I wanna distinguish what's real from what's fantasy