The pain of self hate.
A pain that I did create...

The wisdom of day falls.
The sorrow of nightfall...

My mind's the prison,
I'm the inmate...

Dreaming of a place...
I will leave with hast in grace...

In the cold dark depths of dreamland.
Realm of deception and darkness...

I put on a smile.
But that is not my style...

I look deep within.
And ask myself this question...

I look to the mysterious moonlight night.
I will leave this place without a fight...

Looking around...
Looking around I see nothing for me...

Listening to the rhythms of life.
I can hear echos form the past...

Looking into the mirror of mankind.
The reflection I see sends my thoughts soaring...

Suffocated by all the lies.
No escaping the inevitable goodbye's...