Again I am left to wonder:
Who am I to all of you...

Illusion. Pain. Distraught.
I have a dire need to be true...

My mind always wanders
To a place I wish to be...

Our lives are passing us by.
They're moving on with other things to do...

I hate how the days drag on and on
With a pained empty heart...

How should I live my life?
Who will the end result be...

It was a road less traveled.
A place I did not want to go...

All I want to do is scream!
Why can't you just be who you are...

With every word unspoken,
Every heartbeat to my ear...

My life is passing me by.
It's moving on with other things to do...

Leaning against the cold hard wall,
I determine what I must do...

Thoughtlessness.
Make-believe...