I wear my pajamas all day Long,
and I still sing along to Michael Jackson songs...

I hate it that I loved you,
I hate it that I cared...

Time in a bottle,
lies in a mind...

The pillow speaks to me
in a haunted voice...

I've been dancing in your eyes for a while now,
And the sparks have now come to rage...

Time feels different,
and the pain feels...

My immortal soul has become
like a crimson song...

Wounds cry out in a
darkened sound...

Left behind in this warped
disguised...