The Fall From Nirvana
The Fall from Nirvana
If the silence had a sound, it’d sound like white noise.
Just something that fills the void.
Something that bridges the gap between you and I.
But will I cross over that bridge? And make it home in time?
Home…
That’s a funny thought.
Because my homes reckless, but we never get caught.
Until right now.
Until I let it all out.
The truth they try to squander, my life I should ponder.
But instead I just wander.
And I dream… Of things human eyes could never perceive.
And I try to be queen, but I always end up as pawn.
Losing a game, I thought I won.
I thought it was over.
Their trying to keep me sober.
But my sobers when I’m high.
Feeling as if I could touch the sky.
And when I hit rock bottom It didn’t make a sound.
And the glitter that once was my soul is all dust now.
I tried to survive among the clouds.
But I failed.
And now I’m struggling to survive along the ground.
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