tragic

it's magic, because you're so unhappy with yourself
for not believing in what you said you would believe in.
well i have news for you, you need to step up and you need to step out
outside instead of inside. cold instead of hot.
feel your body trembling under pressure, and feel your brain scheme under the spotlight.
believe in magic, believe.
let your eyes roll to the back of your head, let your eyes tell you what to do.
let your hands speak and your mouth act.

useless, stupid, and out of control.
i am because no one will hold my hand.
no one will walk me through this door that stands before me.
the knob, it's not turning.. it's.. not..turning.

my mind, it's not resetting and my fingers, they're not writing.
maybe i gave up.
maybe i don't like this lifestyle anymore.

i'm alone.
i'm not upset, or cold or shaken.
i'm
all
alone.

i blame this, i blame this on magic.
magic made me believe in itself.
magic is the reason for everything.

it's why i create pictures, it's why i erase things so much.
photographs burning, pens exploding, thermometers reaching a breaking point.
it's all but a game, magic is the key.