You think you feel my pain? My suffering?
You don't know me, but you think you do,
All those twisted lies, they've shaped me to,
Be the person I am, and you know that too.
You just won't see past the lies,
But there is color in my eyes,
The world sparkles even in my darkest hours,
From the past and the to-morrow
My spirit flies on this realm
And touches the heavens,
But before I can reach it,
The sun sets,
The darkness returns
I loose my grasp.
And then I am alone...
