Promise you won’t laugh at me

Promise you won’t judge

Got this story memorised

Ain’t it sweet as fudge?

Imagine perfection

Cotton candy life

Things make sense

Exist without strife…

Well

This story I spin

In my head

It’s so perfect

Makes me wanna be dead

Cause the gods are so gentle

I sleep in peace

Cause these fucking thoughts

Never cease

But in this world

Mental illness don’t exist

No arguments fights

No traumas persist

‘Nd so I weave this tale

Sweet as can be

Plan for the day

I’ll finally be free

But nothing lives up

Nothing compares

To this made up myth

Up endless stairs

I climb and climb

Till I reach the top

Then jump to it

Falling, I don’t stop.