the show must go on

Tick tick tick as I watch the hands move slow my body won't do as I say 1 2 3 it's too late now maybe I can try again tomorrow but my eyes won't close no matter what I say they don’t like to listen for i'm flying high now the ropes got cut and I know the only way I go down is crashing through the glass of my old memories that reopen my scars of my pastel thoughts that I thought faded away to the dark caverns of my brain but I seem to deify all odds for as soon as I go down I just fly right back up were all concern wafts away like it was never seen by my magical eyes that seem to see colors that I haven't heard of before that are so different they burn their way into my corneas but that must be all part of the show because I was not prepared when they screamed in my head welcome to mania