downed another simple task
every day just seems so fast
living in an open dream
where i cant touch anything

think im just an open book
full of pages overlooked
i cant believe that this is real
its just something i cant feel


i wont ever grow
i will take it slow
i wont ever grow
i wont make it so

i see inside of me
a silent tragedy
cant push it out of me
the twisted apathy

downed another simple task
every day just seems so fast
living in an open dream
where i cant touch anything

i say hello
to people i know
but they dont respond cause there not on the road

i live i breath ... maybe
i think i speak ... maybe

i wont ever grow
i will take it slow
i wont ever grow
i wont make it so