The hands move swiftly 'round the face,
As time goes ticking by...

You think and you talk
But are those necessarily at the same times...

A caustic thought
So bravely fought...

What is Sanity?
Is it something we hope for...

And I will look,
Into your eyes...

Death
Wait! Can such dark thoughts...

Speculations
Gnaw my mind...

Will your love endure the
Wizened hands of time...

Broken and crumpled
A sad, sad existence...

Look, I just...
I really like you...

The Moonshine
pure...

I followed the road to happiness
And what a stereotype it was...