I'm sorry if I seem kind of cliche.
This note is meant for you on my dying day...

Flowing like a river,
A waterfall cascades...

My life so simple
Why become so complex...

This endless night so timeless.
I find I cannot sleep...

My dream, my fantasy:
Everything about her...

The view across from me
Familiar yet different...

America.
center of combined arrogance...

The very thought of being with you
Is a confusing thing indeed...

Day by day, night by night
I search the world in my endless plight...

I look around this quiet room, it feels completely...
It feels familiar, similar to what's within me...

I wake, the morning rays touching my face.
There's nothing I"m looking forward to today...

I'm enclosed in this rubber room
Soundproof to the outside world...