My days are fast and my nights are quiet
growing weary growing tired
feeling like old age is catching up
never wired
I decided I dont mind it
never thought of refocusing myself until I tried it
Maybe a recluse, solitary confinement
For years I denied it
Told you I had to get used to my climate
Solitude is the best type of private
My sleep is so peaceful
the nightmare has been hiding
and I dont want to find it
my dreams have been silent
Started to get off track
I just needed an alignment