There I am Pretending Forever lost Forever confused
I hear the words that you speak And it all sounds good to me But I am the critical one The cynic
I want what you got I am the envious one I see the glow on your face The twinkle in your eyes It is working out for you I am so glad
But I am enslaved to the darkness No beauty where I go inside my head It's hard to let go of the voices Telling me to join the dark prism Where rainbows turn into nothingness But maybe there is beauty in the dark hole In my soul. Just maybe even the song being Sung ignites a power that is forever beautiful
Just maybe the black rose being laid by the altar Will never wilt and die because in the darkness there is beauty.