Flies run into mirrors, and so does everyone else
Chasing things they think are real
Happiness is a fairy tail
I don't want to be a downer
But that's all ever seem to be
I don't want to be a loner
But how could anyone really love me
I thought about dying last night
I thought about how hard it would be
I thought about thinking it over
I thought about jumping
I thought about not existing
But I can't do that, cause I think people care
At least enough to listen
To my complaints, roll another joint
Cause this is how I cope
I am a fly, trapped inside a lightbulb
The heat's beating down on my back
And I can't take it
But I can't leave because I'm trapped
I'm always trapped
Screaming, hurting, suffering, a slow death
And now my wings are burning
And so is my brain
So now all that think of
Is an escape