Will There Be Enough Water?

The lights are so dim, it even hurts my eyes.
The air seems to be cooler, I couldn't breath.
The music was wasting their lyrics.
There was no hope in it.
I just stuck with the words that goes on to this notebook.
The Awfully words from my heart or my brains, well, you could never tell.
Because lately, I couldn't tell where's my heart or my brains anymore.

It's twisted little thing
It's crazy little thing

They are pushing me away from all the stories behind the canvas.
I couldn't hear it. But I could saw it. Through all this waterly glasses that they kept building for me.

It's weird little thing.
It's deathly little thing.