I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head
How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me
How much is real?
So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
But never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(Null and void instead of voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head
And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you, yeah ah
And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you, yeah ah
I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head
;and this is about the kinda nightmare you've been putting me though EVERYNIGHT eversince.
I can't sleep well anymore.
Neither can i get it out of my head
no matter how i tried.
I feel so helpless and frail.
its like an ugly ogre robbing me
of my happiness and... life.
The scenes flashing through my mind
every night as i lay in bed.
The nightmares return each time,
stronger than ever, comsuming me
entirely like a black claw creeping.
Creeping into my emotions and
crushing it within a cruel second.
Now as i lay lifeless in bed deep into the night,
the evil flicker of inccessant scenes...
Helpless, as it takes over.
Daylights never seemed darker than this,ever.
Till I am capable of remaining adamant to what you've done,
Life can never be less meaningless because,
the dark,black wall can never be conquered.
That dark,black wall that you've built,
that emotional scar that ripped me apart yet a little more,
that'll be what my life is about from now on.
;being of a mere age of barely 18,
with this, i have spoken from whatever that's left of me.
Whatever thats left of me, that i can give you.
