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
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