In this wasteland i scream,
no one around for miles...

Alone,
In my own personal solace...

They walk through me,
On all their daily strolls...

Dark and dismal I feel,
As I fall to my knees...

Music slowly plays,
As I danced alone...

I wish you’d write about me,
Tell me the thoughts of your heart...

I hear the beeping form the machine,
The smells of medicine and flowers...

I wake each morning a new battle,
one that I can't possibly ignore...

Home,
Where is it...

I have often wished
I was trapped in a tower...

Vs.1
Another year, I'm older...

There I stood,
entranced in the mirror...