When I Manage to make it silent,
Board the ship of sentiment,
And sail away from the sea of reality,
At the epitome of my imagination,
Lost to myself,
In a bizarre prison of my imagination,
I lay down wasted,
Weak and feeble looking,
A feeling of resentment and anger,
Lay's on my soul,
Am me, but all is lost,

You're there,
At the corner of the dungeon,
Of course,
You never leave my mind,
Wish I'd stop thinking of you,
Stop caring and grow up,
Memories from sentient me,
Start's crawling in,
I thought playing fair, would make it fair,
Thought as long as I was a trustworthy person, I could trust others,
Thought they would love me, if I loved them,
Thought it would change them,
Thought it couldn't change me,
Guess i was wrong.