What is life but an illusion, chances they come...
What is life but a fake state, happy or sad, angry...

The boy that hides inside me
he romes around doing what he likes...

Sat here feeling lonely nowhere too hide
the feeling creeping up on me that feeling inside...

Like a lonely child looking out of his bedroom...
like a lonely child looking out into the darkness...

Feeling shitty is just the way of life
I look down at the bloody knife...