what do you say?

the future dances in my head
a sleepless night in a welcoming bed
and i awake with sickness

who's really to say how it happened
a friend's hand more than a drink they're passin
or the echo of my restless thoughts

the body cannot survive without the mind
the mind cannot survive without the body
so is the sickness i carry daly
soaking through and seeping to the outside of me?
i hope it passes soon

i hate my mind
a place i spend too much time
a make-believe reality is all i create
when my heart finally wants to listen
it's too late

i just want to live.
just that and in that way
but everytime i find a sunny day
it's time to go