You whisper small phrases,
lies written on your faces.
With my life as the token,
You make a promise that shouldn´t be broken.
With all your meaningless words,
My future flys out of my reach like birds.
When you finally let go
and the wind starts to blow,
The dream has finally ended.
My wounds are left unmended.
I walk these lonely halls
where only pictures remain on the walls.
I have become a hypnotized marionette
with a useless bayonet.
What's the truth again? Do you know?
When did I go wrong? Where did you go?
When did your lies seep into my memory?
when did they become my reality?

                         Probably
When you chose a path to bliss
and left me Falling deeper into the Abyss