There are only 3 people in all the world who know what I've been through and the pain I feel every day, the only people I can truly count on.

Me, Myself and I

We're waiting for tomorrow, yet each morning, yesterday claims another victim and tomorrow is still a day out of reach.

A wall around my heart, a castle for protection. Decayed into a tomb as dark as my reflection.

Even if I spoke at one constant volume, one constant pitch and one constant tone, right in your ear, you still wouldn't hear.

I look into his eyes at the darkness and sorrow, and I wonder, does he see the same looking at me from his mirror?

And on my shoulders I take, the weight of the world and I break, tried to stand tall, oh how I fall.

The endless expanses of time and space are tiny in comparison to the expanses of ones mind.