Last night I slept poorly
I seem to have lost my lie
I think it lies low
to hide from the truths
Torturing truths that haunt me
Driving away the lie I cherisch most
Everyday worries paint too vivid pictures
On the inside of my buzzing skull
My headlights won’t switch off
Preventing me from submerging into my lie
If I could smash those lights
Smother the echoing worries
If I could just flush my mind
Paint black the inside of my skull
Worriesome truths be gone!
Come back to me, my precious lie!