While everyone's asleep and minds aren't concerned
I ought not to tell a soul how I am
My belief in perfection is gone today
But unluckily I'm not
I'm not gone
Fading in a world of impression
Failing in a world of affection
The freezing phase of recovery chills me to the bone
Still I ought not to tell a soul how I am
My belief in perfection is gone today
But unluckily I'm not
I'm not gone
Failing in a world of intuition
Fading in a world of deflection
I'm not gone
Faking in a world of deception
Fraying in a world of elation
I'm not gone
I'm not gone