I've been feeling strange
Like I started this story on the wrong page
How'd I get to this?
I'm a third-act big-gloom protagonist
Scroll through endless loop
I don't care how many hours if it hides the truth
But grief gets misconstrued
There's so much more fear than just feeling blue
If we're all just passing through
Must it be so hard to lose?
Have you left me on my own?
I've run empty, dry as bone
Once a gold mine, turned to stone
Won't you show me the way back home?
