Again I am left to wonder:
Who am I to all of you...

Illusion. Pain. Distraught.
I have a dire need to be true...

I hate how the days drag on and on
With a pained empty heart...

All I want to do is scream!
Why can't you just be who you are...

It was a road less traveled.
A place I did not want to go...

How should I live my life?
Who will the end result be...

My mind always wanders
To a place I wish to be...

Our lives are passing us by.
They're moving on with other things to do...

Hopelessly gasping.
Gratifying, complete...

Thoughtlessness.
Make-believe...

Let me enter this quiet Bliss.
I'll be more than happy you'll see...

My life is passing me by.
It's moving on with other things to do...