Train of Thoughts VOILÀ

Maybe the grass is greener
On the other side
'Cause it's always raining there

I was born a dreamer
But my dream life
Turned out to be my nightmare

I have heard it said that when
One door closes
God opens a window

But I live up on the seventh floor
So the metaphor
Hits too close to home

Every rope that I've ever been thrown
Somehow ends up wrapped around my throat
I've been trying to fight this on my own
But I'm letting go

Here comes my train of thoughts again
I'm tied down to the tracks
I know there's no escaping it
I guess I'll fade to black