In a grey, dirty haze,
So misty and cold, I heed to be strong...

Too deep, I got to change my sense of time
And get back on shore...

Can't return me back to where I came from,
An antique and there's nothing like me...

Eyes blurred and this life makes so sense to her,
With no sense for feeling, taste or sight...

Swimming in unknown seas,
Beautiful creations, why can't I be one...

Access denied, no way in,
No way to get into my mind...

Proud of the scars that you cut in me,
But now I have to live with them...

Why did I deserve to be put through pain?
I never said goodbye, just ended it...

Take a look across the road,
And where I come from...

Come and past, never know any difference,
I never saw you smile anyway...

Scraps and disguised cuts on my arm,
Part of the new construction, me...

Skin peeling back, sound of hysteria,
I have nowhere to run to...