And I'm so high,
but I know I can't feel.
Get so used to loving,
loving what's not real.
Synthetic emotion,
altered in it's place.
Do some more,
get a new face.
Just a little bit more,
but it's never enough.
I know I can quit,
but I'm just not that tough.
Roll back my eyes,
then I fade away.
Looking forward,
to that sunny day.
(It's in me,
it's raining,
it's always so cloudy
help me, I'm lost
and I can't feel my way back,
save me)