6 P.M.

It's 6pm I'm getting done All dressed up just to get messed up They'll get excited just to watch how fast I can pull it off I'm here, the place is packed All these voices have somehow sounded before What was that? I thought I heard my name This isn't the moment to go insane Still so much I need to do Before I get locked up for good This girl is smiling and I know her face She grabs me by the hand and guides me inwards this place Her hand is warm and it should feel right But where are we and why does it suddenly feel so tight? We go past the couch and it's filled with light It attracts me, and looking at it I see a heart Somehow I know its beating cause it's in sync with mine Feels like I'm holding it and judging what its fate looks like I'm torn apart, the girl is waiting Should I get cozy or just break the heart They all dance around the girl She's having a blast cause it's her world I'm broken But never felt so glad Something keeps pushing me into the light Only wishing I went mad Broken, But never felt so glad Begging for something to be worth the fight Only wishing I went mad The jig is up, they can see me and so does her But all these faces, scary faces Old expressions that are just a blur Please forgive me, I'm bound to break I'll have a table for one The music's loud, I can't think straight The drinks pile, they are just like bait A trap, an illusion Something leading to a bad conclusion But I stare, letting it happen Holding hands to avoid delusion Now they're leaving and I stand Quietly in the corner, slowly matching their demand Being stuck here was never part of the plan I'm broken, But never felt so glad Something keeps pushing me into the light Only wishing I went mad Broken, but never felt so glad I think there's someone dimming the light Am I finally going mad? I'm broken, Struggle to stay glad Can't even think what was so worth the fight Is this the feeling of going mad? Is this the feeling of going mad?