Real Life

Is this the water from the shower or my tears?

And though it takes the dirt away, why don’t it take my fears?

And now it burns me, was that the water or my pain?

And if the latter, why don’t it go down the drain?

I can’t tell my feelings from reality.

All I do, reminds me of the pain, and the hurt, and the loss, and the shattered dreams, deep within my soul.

All because I lost you.

I’m in a traffic jam, is it mental or real life?

And of those sirens, the police or inner strife?

Are those trucks or tricks of mind there in my mirror?

And are those memories or angry car horns that I hear?

I can’t tell my feelings from reality.

All I do, reminds me of the pain, and the hurt, and the loss, and the shattered dreams, deep within my soul.

All because I lost you.

Stare at the ceiling, but all I see is black.

Is it the evening or another cruel attack?

My clock is glowing, though there’s no light in me.

When the dawn breaks will it finally set me free?

I can’t tell my feelings from reality.

All I do, reminds me of the pain, and the hurt, and the loss, and the shattered dreams, deep within my soul.

All because I lost you.