Reverie - Evoke

You brace yourself for the reverie;

Erase yourself from the memorie;

Embrace yourself and give it all to me;

Replace yourself, you’ll be the death of me.

You take yourself out of reality;

Berate yourself with your mentally;

Equate yourself with what you wanna be;

You hate yourself, it doesn’t mean a thing.

I was younger then, you wouldn’t understand…

And I’ll stop hoping,

And I’ll stop holding on,

And I’m not broken up a bit,

I swear to god,

I swear to god.

I’ll take my chances for now;

I’ll stay alive with no way out;

I’ll brace myself for reality;

Replace yourself, you’ll be the death of me.

And I’ll stop hoping,

And I’ll stop holding on,

And I’m not broken up a bit,

I swear to god,

I swear to god.

And I’ll stop hoping,

And I’ll stop holding on,

And I’m not broken up a bit,

I swear to god,

I swear to god.

I was younger then, you wouldn’t understand.