Romeo Echo Delta - Loss of Interest

I lost my interest in lots of game I played
I lost my interest in decisions I didn't make
I wandered for skyes and lands from the pillow on my bed
Now I'm just floating light with the void inside my head
Help me escape

If I stop the cracks from opening
I won't know what's there beyond
I'll be checking by myself
It won't be the same

I see my roots around are drying for the disuse
They grew up in the past now they're stuck under the ground
And I spent too much timе to search for an excuse
But now this arid sun is blеaching all these wounds
Can you hear me?

If I stop the cracks from opening
I won't know what's there beyond
I'll be checking by myself
It won't be the same

If I stop the cracks from opening
Iiii won't know what's there beyond
I'll be checking by myself
It won't be the same