Perception At Its Best

Some sullen sense of solitude: Perception at its best The brain I have is cold and shrewd My rationale: depressed I search for what I never felt I'm ripping at the seams Amidst the heat, my heart will melt Then, give up on my dreams I find myself imagine less Pretending I am fine Yet, all I bear had borne duress For, all the blame is mine What am I now but flesh and bone? Uneager to pretend My heart still sings their songs alone What wasted time they spend...