Wandering in the dark.
I need to regain my lost heart.
Will i always be alone?
Or will i find a key that feels like home?
Whatever my fate, i know i need to escape.
Find me wandering under the stars.
Let's get lost travelling with the sunrise.
As i try not to think about my demise.

Fragments of my being keep rearranging.
Why is it always me whose changing?
If i could shake the negativity i'd feel more free.
I don't even know what it is to be truly me.
So i guess i'll try to hide in my dreams.
Because my life already fell apart at the seams.
And i'm struggling to breathe.
So as i try to regain what makes me feel whole.
I'll try not to think about my lack of soul.
As i hope i don't pay the final toll.

Pondering about love.
Is it like the stardust from above?
The heartache is coming back.
Will I find someone who isn’t wearing a mask?
I feel like I’m walking down a darker path.
But I kind of feel like I’m getting myself back.
So I guess I’ll be waiting in the dark, as I try to find a key to my heart.
Hopefully it doesn’t get too cold, just waiting for a hand to hold.

As I hope to gaze at the stars by the shoreline, I’ll hope my demise isn’t too brutal in time.
So what will it take for me to breathe in a better rhythm?
I don’t know where this path is headed but this feels like it’s filled with sadism.
I know it’s not my fate to ever find a key.
But why the **** is it so hard to find myself and be me?
I don’t understand why some people are so crude.
Maybe that’s why the truth is always so misconstrued.
So as I hope I don’t drop dead while I’m figuring out what to do, I’ll hope I can find my shoes, as I try to live in a brighter hue while I hope who I call the masquerade stops destroying what they feel isn’t true.

How do I get out of this mess?
And regain whatever feelings were mine in my chest?
The masquerade is like an army filled with hate.
Why the **** did they take it this far? There’s no way to escape.
I let them turn me into a person I swore I’d never be.
What drives people to try to lead someone into insanity?
So as I hope that I’ll break free and never return.
I’ll just watch in the distance as I hope they all burn.

Sometimes death seems like it lingers.
But I just want to be free.
There’s too much working against me.
And nothing is ever as it seems.
So why do they ignore my pleas?
They took it too far and I ****** up.
So what else is falling apart at the seams?
If I could fix this mess I would do it in a heartbeat.
But I’m inept and stuck strapped down in this seat.
It’s like everything gets ripped out from under my feet.
And it gets harder everyday to be the person I feel is me.
So as I try to get out of the crossfire,
I’ll hope that things don’t get too dire.
As I try to get out of the grasp of all the thieves and liars.

Always fearing my demise.
And now it seems I’ve reached that time.
If only I could live to see the sunshine.
But it seems that is not my fate this time.
I’m sorry.