Saccharine Dream

Void of schism splitting apart like you do
When you're left alone
And frightened and inside of yourself
Call it wisdom when you're sick, broken and sad
And the substance of your sickness
Is the last thing that you can hold

Was I supposed to know
I would only break myself
Trying not to die but every moment
Spent trying to live like someone else

Soulless after that
Moment where she saw something
Difficult about her body
It's my own voice in my head

And telling my mind
Duality is fine
You're imperfect, imperfect
Oh, it's not my fault

I know I'll be dead one day
But I can't be alive right now
Trying not to lie but every moment
Spent not being true to myself
True to myself

Even angels fall apart
Even angels fall apart
Even angels fall apart
Even angels fall apart

Shatter, bending matter, turn to dust
Dissipate under the weight of this interior enigma
I'm imperfect without her, without her
Without her, without her, without her
Without her, without her, without her