They make me feel vulnerable.
They make it so I don’t feel safe.
They make it so I feel of nothing honorable.
They make me feel worthless.
I no longer feel safe in this ghost town.
Am I falling down a rabbit hole?
Or am I the Mad Hatter?
Or maybe I’m Alice, a fool,
Running from my worries,
But end up running right into them.
I feel it’s my fault.
I create problems in my head,
But in reality isn’t reality.
I only see red.
What does my red vision mean?
Desperate for a pinch of hope.
As the roses shrivel up,
Is there any way to cope?
Maybe I’m psycho, maybe I’m normal.
Maybe the world is blind from my daydream.
I could’ve been a neat deck of cards,
But I took my chances and shuffled them.
I gambled my life,
Scared of the Red Queen’s hum.
My china-like face goes from pearly white to bright red.
My thoughts take twists and turns,
Which way, Cheshire Cat?
His deadly smile, help, it burns.
I slowly shrivel down the quicksand,
The quicksand of the sins of Wonderland.