Would hate to wake in a world where we all could be perfect strangers
Closing the blinds of the windows, unseeing the happiness of close neighbours.

  Using MY hands to find the bit of control I have in only a man's Childish manners and chronic addiction,
And in me sometimes you'd find the chronic anxiety of MY own confliction.

These pills could for the hour taste a bit of sweet.  
And like the child hiding under the blankets from their daily nightmares, I would try to take it as my only retreat.
And could a man be the slave to his own well being, tying his own knot to hang himself
From the richness of a heart but spending it all that would bring you nothing. Lost in such MY entire wealth.

  Why though I would ask of someone to love me for just the night
For perhaps MY greatest fear would be to wake up alone or ride alone in a slowly crashing flight.

  Still listen closely to a heart of many troubles for a word of advice.
Sitting in such of your troubles wouldn't make you any of the difference or to ease off the pain cutting you by the slice.
My own fingers would bleed out from the splinters of the Dead box I trapped MYSELF in
Or dead out in the cold furnace of the once warm heart I'd place all MY Faith in.

  For the say to think out of the box, but I tore it up from the inside
To then find humbleness before I was choked by my own pride.

  And I got a couple trophies on MY night stand,
The reminders  of the battles won and the gaps of the battles we've lost in the pieces of the sand.

  But if I say this be where I end, I would if my watch could tell such of a time.
So till then I would not give up till everything of MY need is MiNe.