Crashing down
As I reflect on the stories of my youth
I dig deep for a kernel or truth these are the kind of things
that keep us up at night I've yet to find those fairy tale endings
save for the times I was just pretending,
these are the kind of things that keep us up at night
What does it mean when we mean what we say but we keep losing faith every day
Deliver me from this wasteland, deliver me from feeling alone
These days, at best are a shadow of what they should have been
Deliver me from this wasteland, deliver me from feeling alone