I look to the ceiling, and see you name in lights, in all the burned out bulbs, that once had burned so bright.
It's our conclusion.
Schizophrenia, heart-attack After one of those you won't come back.. You'll never see it coming, though you have your whole life, You'll never understand what keeps you up, at night.
I see right through them, past all of their charades, there's no reflection, there's only mind games.