While the days betray their hours for one moment of obscene
pleasure,
There's always a brief breeze of relief.
And while the night becomes a savior to their voices,
there's only one solution, to cut the strings from within.
A pair of eyes among the crowd has turned my stone into a
leaf,
Drifting into his cycle of pleasure and pain, just to see
where he can breathe.


Once again I've become myself,
a mindless being, an unknown face.
Once again I've failed to pretend,
failed to try and be someone a bit better then myself.
Now all that's left are my meaningless words,
aimless directions just like before.
Just another description of my wasted days, walking among
the other spineless creatures, wearing off my flesh.

Such a dreadful ending for such a young heart,
while the world keeps on spinning, searching where to
restart.