My honest words to blind eyes.

[deadsyisme]

Well this could be the last time,
the last of my hopeless tries.
To show you what is real,
it's in front of you and breathing

My conscience is killing me,
my daydreams consume me.

Please believe in me and we will soar.
The voices say that we don't stand a chance, but can we prove them wrong.
Let's leave them screaming for an encore.

Leave this line on repeat and take the world for you to keep.

It's not too late to change the end of your story.