6. Dice

# 1

I don’t know, I still feel like a child

Words beating around the bush will only become lies

You keep telling me the answers can be found

I think I might go insane, it’s all useless

The debauchery of the callous city

Wandering around inside the abandoned system

Branded as a failure

The only thing left for the old me is

The dice that determines the fate

It’s too late.

The die is cast

I’m on my way. Anxiety is my friend

I’m on my way. I swallow yet another pill

You can follow me if you like me

You can fall for me

If that makes you happy

# 2

You have once told me

That you envy me

Saying whatever words I want, wearing whatever clothes I want

As I was telling you why I’m failing

I gave up, you’re not listening

The fantasies from that summer’s day

The somber wandering of my younger days

I’ll never find it until I distance myself away from them

The me that I don’t even know

As time goes by

Time flies

I’m on my way. Anxiety is my friend

I’m on my way. I swallow yet another pill

You can follow me if you like me

You can fall for me

If that makes you happy

 # 3

I’m on my way. Anxiety is my friend

I’m on my way. I swallow yet another pill

You can follow me if you like me

You can fall for me

If that makes you happy