Walking into the stiff room
an old man waits for me in his chair...

You knew it wasn't right from the start
as you climbed on top; took the reins away...

With one more meeting...
a new sadness will arise...

You come to me for advice
but what happens...

When you look into my eyes
are you able to see through my plastic mask...

The floor is moist and damp
as the ceremony is prepared...

Staring out the window
only one thing in sight...

Speaking with you once more
makes me realize everything I've missed...

Sitting in a cold, empty room once more
wondering if this time will be any different...

If I said your name,
Would you run away...