Some times i sit alone in a room and i begin to...
i dream of a life that isn\'t mine...

As i sit in this chair lone some and cold,
I think to my self how will the rest of life...

Do you see my reflection broken and torn?
Did you know about the confrontation about my...

Why do I sit here knife in hand.
Do not try to tell me you understand...

The light so small, yet so big
the light was there all a long i just chose to see...