My vocabulary is beginning to fade,
I see lights that I shouldn't see.
Shadow figures are surrounding me,
I can not see.
I can not see.
She grabs a hold of my arm, warning me tightly,
I laughed it off, pretending to care.

She screams to me, "Why can't you see?",
see the things which are in me.
I saw her tempting glare, pulling me in for this seductive game,
lust and love, they corrupt one another.
I could not bare to let this moment pass.
She looked at me dead in the eyes,
I saw the shadow figure for the first time.
Now in the face of hers, but in another.
A woman.
A woman I looked up to once.
Begin to panic: automatically.

I felt my heart drop completely.
He thinks I'm insane.
she understands the game.
I've been, manipulated.
I wish people understood us,
those figures who shrug the world off.
We don't care about infamy, it's just,
if we don't have hate, we will degrade.

We are left to be soiled in the ground,
to the point we are molded now.
We just want to break off this pain,
but we never, never, never were cared.
Those who wear the masks are safe.
Those pretenders, faking in the grave,
dancing a sweet jig before I see,
I will never return the pattern to them.

The pretzel feeling through my brain,
forgiveness shall never be taken easily again.
I will not, let myself degrade.
I shall stand alone in this rain.