Woke up this morning with the sun on my face Pastel paintings on the walls of my room Light beams dancing on the covers of my bed Stopping to catch a breath in the space you used to be This is far from coincidence Connected in random moments A functional dysfunction Becomes a repeated occurrence I stand isolated from the thought of my being Unable to break the ice around my heart Is there a reason I should be listening to myself again When I know by nightfall my world will be dead once more This is far from coincidence Connected in random moments A functional dysfunction Is a repeated occurrence Take my hand as I walk into the great unknown I'll see you on the other side smiling I'll see your tears aren't exactly real Take my hand we'll wake from the world