Invernia

I'm not bipolar
I don't change every second
But what’s going on?
God, what’s wrong with me?
That I can’t stop trying to hide
That I don’t even try to see
Or hear footsteps outside
It’s cold in here

I feel betrayed by myself
When the reflection in the mirror doesn’t return
The smile I give it
And I hear glass shattering on the floor

Every page of this life I’ve turned
Now I'm suffering from soul allergies
From all the dust I’ve kicked up
And hidden under the living room rug

I know the fault is all mine
I feel betrayed by myself
I don’t have asperger’s syndrome
So why do I insist on staying here
When I could be out there?

I’ve always been drawn to the high
I’ve always believed in the skies and miracles
I know this is just a phase
A winter
It will pass, I know
It will pass, I know
It will pass, I know
It will pass, I know it will pass