The slippery stairs into a fragile mind

Look you have to understand, 

All our heroes, rockstars, our paragons,

All of them are gone. 

Dead. Silent. 

Well at least the good ones and 

Those still trying to clinch on

Are either withered or can't withstand. 

Eventually gave in to current trends

Trying to stay somewhat relevant. 

And I kinda wish they didn't but

My point is you see, 

It feels like riding a runaway train 

That's clearly about to hit the end. 

So excuse me if I seem a little deranged 

While I try to explain why I feel 

So naked and vulnerable

As I knock on your door once more

For a grip on the reality 

Under my shaky hands.

You? Because you and I, once,

Had a connection.

At least for a brief moment

Or so I thought. And I thought we had

A non verbal agreement

That we both can't stand the pretense 

And we saw right through them. 

And we laughed and we laughed. 

Or was it just my imagination! 

And I understand you got off

At your station a long time ago. 

You had your destination and

Your own shit to deal with 

But just tell me this, 

Was it always like this my friend? 

Cause you surely look like a stranger to me now.

Just a passenger on the train. 

And I, another. Who's been fooled again and again.