lying in bed
i lie in bed
on some pillows and some pills.
chilling, chatting and spinning
a web around me and the things i want.
sooner or later he'll love me.
but until then,
i'm trapped, too.

striving for perfection,
what's the use?
'cause i'll never see more
than my mere reflection.
but there gotta be a reason
and maybe someday
i'll even find a plan.

the season still change
like every year.
and they always will.
faith means understanding the seasons of life.
the pattern is repeating,
3 a.m. is still a bad time for decisions.

can't go backwards,
melts away,
every second,
never ending
for infinity.