Checkmate

Compelling, this illusion
A game too well I’ve played
Tired of tranquility
I am soon to be displayed
The tears, the years, the pain,
Yet here, I've stayed

To cry, to die and ride the ride
I’m screaming, dreaming of that old life
To be a dream
A simple plan
To dance, a queen, a dreamy land
Of hope and laughter, pure disaster
Puking love into my pores

I’m drowning with this love, no more

Brewing,
Screwing all the thoughts inside my head
Floating
Growing with the things you’ve said
I’m screaming, dreaming
Of that old life
no more