Somewhere along the line we lost. Individuality paid the cost. 

Close enough to inhale the security but as always too far away. 

We breed upon culture sickness and we made this rule 

into our own. Silently sedated, our minds fly out the 

windows. Our emotions suffocate. Suppress the essence 

of living... 

Your beautiful independent Friday night dress. Wash away the fear 

and insecurity. This substitute kills the freedom and cuts the 

wounds wide open. 

A glimpse caught the sense and now you're content in 

slowly fading. The familiar escape. The alternative to 

nothing. 

Reminded to die-life support addiction. Watch your love slip 

through your hands.