كلمات Reality Is

I'm half way sane today or was it yesterday or is that you that I'm thinking of I only broke down four or five... or as many years as I've been alive and you're not I caught myself thinking about you it could be I was looking at you and your face wasn't quite the same without your glasses I wouldn't recognize you could be the damage from the bullet or the coroner's knife and I packed your things you know stuck my finger in the pool that you left on your bedroom floor and from the rag my father used to clean up your blood I cut a square a little piece of you alive for me but little piece of mind for the family but don't worry I know that we'll do fine and I know why you had to leave just tell me there's a light because life is killing me and I am only so strong