I've got the dreamer's disease, it has brought upon me some dis-ease.
Giving up so much for the chase, now some things have fallen out of place.
Would I have done it any differently? Honestly, quite unlikely.
I have taken much for granted, now I feel that I'm surrounded
by the many 'what-if's in my life, creating this internal strife.
Letting each day pass without much meaning,
inside my heart is yearning,
for a sign.... and there it was.
Lies, I don't take well to.
Twice, I must be a saint.
Trice, I must be insane...
Perhaps some lidocaine, or prilocaine, through the vein...
Snap out of it.....