The lonely.
The soulless...
The passion for Conformity,
riches, houses, fashion, dominance...
Ripping on the inside
Riping on the out...
Lying on my bed surrounded by darkness,
Staring at the electric clock which now reads 1:15...
Her words tainted by his blood
Of a lover once pasted...
They dumped me in the Forrest,
Alone and by myself...
There is one request of me
Don't ever ask of me...
Standing on the edge of a cliff,
Looking down...
A game of cat and mouse.
That's all this is...
Pull my strings
Puppet master...
Prologue:
Hold on tight, look away if you want, just hold...
Still to this day,
I sit and wait...