I wake up restless and tired of inner tension, 
continuously around. My mind's imploding and thoughts 
form the fuel, ignited by the air I breathe. We don't 
live forever. The concepts it kills me. Rain keeps 
falling down my face and I can imagine a life without 
this. Maybe acceptance creates rest. I wonder about what 
is after this life. Guessing it all too far away. Are we 
moving on? But I just can't believe we're only living in 
memories, I'll just have to. If we all live forever the 
concepts reassures me. Puts the smile back on my face. 
Imaginary weather, please put me back together. Imaginary 
weather, please put me back together. Let it all come 
down, I will know someday I'll be waiting patiently for 
you to put the smile back on my face.