The sun sleeps and so does the mask that I wear in the light to hide my face.
The world doesn't know who I am.
The moon rises up, and with it, the trembling fear that has frozen my blood.
I wish I could sleep with the sun,
let its rays be the warmth I have missed for so long.
Even if its fire engulfs me, at least I'll be warm...
The air is so cold that I can't breathe, my last leaves falling at my feet.
Am I awake or dreaming?
Should I open my eyes or tear off the lids?
Words cover the ground over which I speak.
Fog rolls in and I can't see what's standing right in front of me.
I'm blind but I feel you...
I'm not alone.
I can't stop.
Get out of my mind.
These aren't the lines that are taking your life: I try to, but can't help you.
These times I know I'm wrong and you're right again, you're right again.
I know... I know I'm gone.
They rape your mind in search of bad memories to keep you in line.
You're right again,
rest is a chore when your dreams become harder than life.
We're so far apart now.
If distance makes the heart grow fond, then why am I losing you?
This time, I know you're wrong.
I miss your heart and the body it's in,
but I can't help but feel like I'm losing you.
When I come home, I know you'll be gone.