Vers 1
Where am I?
Alienated but I still need space
Introverted but I crave for grace, so I shave my face and then I pave the way
I'm not the type of guy to amaze, but a good start would've been to exit my maze
Hardly entertained, pardon me I'm chained, stuck in a phase, why can't I change?
Arrange me with psychopaths, path I'm on is insane
In my brain is where it's going sideways, crabs are in my lane
Only feelin’ satisfied on weekends, that is where my weak ends, I'm on fleek, away from reality I sneak and then I peak
It's a dumb routine I know, and it's come to show
I treat the days that aren't insane like trash and it fuels my pain
I go through it again, and again, and I gain nothing from it
It's a methodical self destruction I fight not to plummet

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Refräng
I’m dreamin’ in a dream, I can’t escape this reality
I’m livin’ in a simulation made up by insanity
Cuz if you think about it, who decides what's wrong and what's right?
Really think about it, your life could end tonight
Don’t wanna think about it cause it makes all the people cry
Only dream about it cuz you only sleep when you die

Vers 2
I keep beating myself up over the things I probably wouldn't admit, lookin’ back on the past, when I acted to fast and I mastered the ability to be impulsive, these transitions into getting homies made my decisions have me be lonely, if only I would've knew the potential, I'd have the possession of all the credentials
Imaginin’ what my life would be like
If only I'd've had confidence to lean back a bit and waited to strike
Instead, I went on a hike, classified territories, content for my life stories
But I wouldn't change a thing, I control this character and it's wings

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Refräng
I’m dreamin’ in a dream, I can’t escape this reality
I’m livin’ in a simulation made up by insanity
Cuz if you think about it, who decides what's wrong and what's right?
Really think about it your life could end tonight
Don’t wanna think about it cause it makes all the people cry
Only dream about it cuz you only sleep when you die

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Outro
Everyone is caught up in the storm
Killing themself inside but that’s the norm
Everyone is diagnosed, with something to fill the void
Losing sight of who they are
Plastic dolls on Instagram, you’ll do anything for 10 or 20 bands
The walls are closing in on me
I deserve the loneliness
It’s so hard to breathe
You’re using all my oxygen