He claims he's found his soul mate
Not the first time he misread fate...

A hidden maze lies now before me
Its entrance begins this great story...

We all stand tall until we fall
We rise up after every stump...

The becoming path lays bare and slightly sad
A lot it does say of what was there to be had...

The pen is a magical tool indeed in life
Its strokes more dangerous then a knife...

I feel nothing special at all.
I don't even feel pain when I fall...

We live in a society
Full of hypocrisy...

We relate best through pain.
What binds us is what drives us insane...

Don't smoke, could cause cancer.
Eat healthy, you might get cancer...

I noticed my heart racing when she passes by
No reason for my heart to feel this, so why...

You came to my life out of thin air
Not even noticing my longing stair...

There is no room for love, not in this cruel world
Time passes by as if it were a knife trying to cut...