Desert Island In a bottle

This is kind of..well its a symbolism of me.

These lines drawn in the sand
Proving my humanity
Slowly drifting away
as judgments fall from the sky
Like bomb shells
Punctuating my every thought
Who can care
When dreaming takes you to this
Perfect little desert island in a bottle
And who can complain
If it all starts to fall apart
Because the only real tragedy is
When you can tell me who I am
Or who im supposed to be

Those lines in the sand
All carried away by the ocean
She saves them for me
Locks them away in a drawer
Maybe I'll need them some day
But for now I'll just slide on through
and stick to my little desert island in a bottle
Because at least here we can all be happy
And everyone here stays how they used to be
All soft and warm, like they were
Before the world outside Jaded them
.....But I can be as jaded as the hell I want.....
Thats just the way I am