• Floating in these clouds of my mind, I know I'm being taken for granted. I find comfort in being who I am, Maybe it's the view that makes me crazy. Dissemble me and restore my focus. my composure. When I wake up, I'd like to see those tears of heaven rain down, telling me that I'll be okay. I am okay, I'm armed with my sense and morals. I never knew it could feel so real, my dreams never felt so real, I've never felt so real, but who am I really? I know you're lost just as I was. It's all in the clockwork that makes us function, and I hope to fix and repair you, make you function as I do. There's no chance in me f**k**g it all up, because I know how it ends, and where those parts go. That feeling of holding your life in my hands, gives me existence and purpose. As I've said, It's really just the view that makes us all crazy.