Soon I won’t be around,
just another book and it’s over
Soon I won’t be around,
no more deadlines for me
It’s time to bow out
I had my time and i’m colder
It’s time to bow out
there’s nothing left for me here
And if I’m looing back now,
the places and the people i conjured
and if I’m looking back now,
what did my words achieve?
How many nights have I spent
fabricating lives and i ponder
If I’ve missed anything
blocking out reality?
where’s the feel?
where’s the thrill?
where’s the truth I always yearned for?
I’ll never really know
while i still
have the skill
to tell a story
thousands still enjoy
it’s surreal
still I feel
my life goes straight to video
it’s going straight to video