why does life come tumbling down,
on the rag dolls that have been,
through the dollhouse of torture,
through the fire of smoking hot flames,
through the village of time travel,
where everyone knows your name,
my soul is burning time,
waiting to escape this life,
writing to feel alright,
but babe i am not fine,
tumbling down the stairs,
of happy every afters,
waiting for you to call,
my name,
suffering through everything that used to be so fun,
one mistake,
and my life shatters away,
my soul is blacking out,
as i drink the vodka from the flask on my nightstand,
everything was so grand,
until it all came crashing down,
i died,
but i’m still here,
and i still have drifted away,
to live another day,
baby i write to you from another universe,
a universe where it is okay to believe in the impossible,
but honey this is just the dream,
when you awake,
life will be another story of reality.