I’m in the stars…..
The memories when I’d lay in bed
Those voices inside of my head
The things I would see that weren’t there, night after night
The moments I wanted to fall asleep
The moments when no one believed me
They claimed “imagination” and “just a dream”
So I kept it to myself, buried it all away, feeling more bitter every day, every day
But the mask has been put to death
I have only one question left
Can I really be brought back to life……….
(Guess I’ll try)