Back into exile.
The Hermit walks alone.
Mile after mile.
Day after day.

Regret eases with the passing of time.
But it doesn't erase the shame.
Sometimes you'll get caught in orbit flying too close to the sun.

Trying all I can.
Even if life has a different plan.
It will have to take me,
kicking and screaming at the top of my lungs

Going nuclear for good measure.
If I go down.
I'm taking this ship down with me.

Watching the profound sorrow
of villains running the show.
A final whimper of hope.
A somber salutations to the death of freedom.

Taking more than your fair share.
It's not like you even care.

Because you're dressed to the nine.
Ready to galavant and have a good time.

Honey, Ms.Piggy ain't got **** on you.
Color me crazy.
I'm seeing double.

When I'm trying not to be petty.
As my heart hemorrhages at the
thought of true love.

Seeing your happiness is just a
knife in the back.
But it's comforting to know,
I was your stepping stones.

Even if I never feel again.
At least,
I can say I felt.

But why do I have to
pretend being happy..
For the greater comfort
of everyone around me. .

The great lie.
The one I've been telling myself
for ages.
My silent prison.
My own personal hell.

Swimming upstream
against the current
Of a bad dream.

Reality isn't set in stone.
It's more or less a tone.
A calm flicker of light.
In the fight of your life,
are you winning?