Crying inside, but i'll continue to hide,
my pain of the truth of someone being denied.
Falling apart, tis my own work of art,
and it can never end, because it never did start.

Sharing thoughts with a friend of mine,
his name is Gloom, he never stitches in time.
Wasting time, coz' i can never unwind,
his ugly demeanour is the mirror of mine.

Sister Mary never came to me,
so her words of wisdom she could never speak.
Still, unborn, she was born to die,
living a lie whilst she's in ' Paradise ' ?

Where do you go to when you're forever lost ?
Waiting at platforms for ghost trains to come.
Once you get on, you can never get off,
the birds nest is warm, but it's never enough.

And sister of mine, you were never alive,
but still i wish you were a friend of mine.

And below the veneer,
we are all vainly the same.
Searching to make sense of it all,
before we finally fall,
seperately together.

We all walk alone, in brutal truth,
forever lost in the tragic forest of existence.
Tis a wonderful feeling, being happy.
So wait for a smile,
then wait another while, ever longer.

Love & life are moons hovering above,
full to the brim of emotions
that leave you hollow, lonely & wounded.

Wait then, for profit & gain,
become insane,
in a cage in your mind,
before you selfishly die.

Detached,
switched on but out of tune,
baulk at the mercy of time.

The time is never right,
its always too soon,
to be remembered to be quietly forgotten.