I may just be confused,
but hell, I’ve always been
maybe I’ve been lost,
in the state of mind I’m in
It’s seems to be the same,
but still the difference is clear
that it’s not just a coincidence,
that we are ever so near
Maybe it is fate,
That this book has opened here
To a page that’s clean and empty,
but the words, are plain & clear
Laughing at the darkness,
for it’s all just one sick joke
The sun is only hiding
behind it’s starry cloak.
Standing here together
but feeling so alone.
Because no matter what I do,
My flaws are always shown.