The Music Starts to play,
He sits and dreads the day...

My mind is here with a story to tell,
All my life I have been unwell...

Standing in the looking glass,
Out of sight of the past...

In my life people have come and gone
And I was made to believe that everything was...

Walking thought the halls of this world alone,
searching for the thing unknown...

For months i thought,
For week i worried...