Im disapointed in myself, but i won't surrender to inner depression...I promised you i would smile, & strung-out lies take no part in this confession...So why am i here, I feel empty the longer i stay living...Could only I disapear & drift in the thoughts it's giving...It, the twisted notes she plays so high, Im silent...Her, the imaginary harmony of a lonely siren...Its arranged so beutifull, just like her reflection...Its only set aside enough to not show in the complextion...My complication with distance, my influince with hope...'Why can't we just be happy", this dream teardrops have soaked...& if i give into the thought then i destroy my faith...With that sacraficed then i distort the rays of fate...I looked her in the eyes & she walked through me...I woke up dead & she acted like she never knew me...
