Holding on to life with pessimistic implications,
you cannot see my sunrise; I cannot see your eclipse.
I wish that this was ending,
your dreams aren't mine,
the bridge is burning, burned.
The words are in your mouth,
the actions concieved in my head.
Could we ever see it in those ways?
In my eyes,
I am caged
With such high hopes.
One day will you wake up with it?
