Life's pace has been a blinding haze
As my memories don't reflect no childhood craze...

Her... me
Her... me...

A confused image of sentiment
Locked away in subconsience's domain...

Confined in the abyss of emotion
I walk blindly in the darkness of sentiment...

What am i doing?
I stare at myself,wondering...

The machine within me
Is going to be the death of me...

I forget that i'm staring
As i watch and wait...

Life,
a never ending cycle of strife...

That sinking feeling
That ever falling feeling as i gaze at the ceiling...

Her smiles fuel my pump
When her eyes light up, so does my essence...

Countless hours
Countless minutes...

A hatred so great
Positive sentiment a debate...