falling star

sleeping with your eyes wide open but closed inside

where light and darkness both are blinding

the novella you write painted with the brush of night

that never has a happy ending

decisions will make you or break you

don't let them pull away

made a wish upon a falling star

ran so fast you don't know where you are

wake up friend

it's just one life

it's not too late

your ride is far from over

far from over

medicate away every nightmare that you create

if it falls short then try another

doesn't god see this? wonder why he won't throw the switch?

he's asking you the same question