Im tired of games I dont want to play
Im so tired, I wish it would all go away...

She paints a perfect picture
She tells a flawless lie...

Looking through tomes of books
Ignoring so many questioning looks...

Essence of night is my soul
No turning back, letting go...

You think you know me,
And maby you once did...

I feel like I'm trapped
Within this box that I have made for myself...

And dread the day dreaming ends
It shall come...

Eyes shut to reality
Morning comes but I dont see...

Cheers to the pain in my eyes
Cheers to my sorrowful plight...

Broken beaond repair
Laughing becasuse you think I care...

The air so cold, frigid night
Hallow echos, dead of night...

As the ocean waxes and wanes
And as the sky turns dark again...