Wake up every morning thinking you might be there,
Get knocked out of my emotions fallen into fear,
It's then I realize it's not you it's me,
The screaming faces the growing spaces,
The shadows that lurk behind the one that don't cry,
It's all me,
And then I have a confession that maybe I have sinned
But then I am made to think I am but a human who thinks,
Right when I thought of being a victim has landed me into the system,
The hope of being alive being the one to fright,
What effects are stepped onto the final impression?
Make believe the whole thing as nothing but my demise,
I sit here longing for devotion seeking peace of my mind,
Deep inside I feel my neglect and impatience every evening
When I sleep at night tugged warm in my bed close my eyes to think of you instead,
Then I see it's me who has ran away
Me who waved the goodbye and told you not to cry
Still when the thought linger on in between the crowd there is still a sudden hope
Maybe it's you who could not see the pain inside of me.
