Miles walked still no destination
Whispers softly for no one to hear
Ideas still never said out loud
Tears shed for no one to see
Thoughts past for psychotic therapy
Fists thrown for no one to feel
Minds imagine what eyes will never see
Psychosis rejects reality
Whispers softly for no one to hear
Ideas still never said out loud
Tears shed for no one to see
Thoughts past for psychotic therapy
Fists thrown for no one to feel
Minds imagine what eyes will never see
Psychosis rejects reality