Afterthoughts

While everyone's asleep and minds aren't concerned I ought not to tell a soul how I am My belief in perfection is gone today But unluckily I'm not I'm not gone Fading in a world of impression Failing in a world of affection The freezing phase of recovery chills me to the bone Still I ought not to tell a soul how I am My belief in perfection is gone today But unluckily I'm not I'm not gone Failing in a world of intuition Fading in a world of deflection I'm not gone Faking in a world of deception Fraying in a world of elation I'm not gone I'm not gone