And I slip into dark places too,
you are I and I'm just like you
If I fall down and scrape my knee,
I'm just like you, cry in agony.
Why can't you see you're just like me,
what harm will come if it can be?
And I slip into dark places too,
I'm rarely sure of what to do.
The sides are slick and hard to climb,
crawling out seems like a waste of time.
And far above the sun does shine,
I'd rather be sipping from it's red wine.
And I slip into dark places too,
this facade sticks tight with super glue.
So maybe today I'll go find the sky,
and perhaps tonight, I'll sit and cry
Either of which seems equally fine
Though to the former I feel inclined.
And I slip into dark places too
You are I and I'm just like you.
A free fall that last indefinitely,
the bottom still to far for me to see
what waits to break this infinity?
On the illusion that we will be.