We are liars
We are beautiful and privileged
We are cracked and broken
A tale of love and romance
A tale of tragedy
Which are lies?

Forcing laughter
Faking smiles
Same old tired
Lonely place

I feel really weird
Like homesick
For a place
That doesn't
Even exist

Is it too late to have my eyes opened?
Is it too soon?
Well now they have
and all I see is a pen. 
This kind friend is the one
who allows me to be myself.

Haunted town, forbidden dwellings
Somber roads and cloudy evenings
Spider webs, empty rooms
Dark spirits in ghosty tombs

Beautiful flower that in bloom
Tampered by the underworld
Asked me hardly in the doom
"Will you change this colorless world?"

I have decided that i am not sad or happy
I am numb for every emotion
I do not feel sad or happy
I do not know what i am
I do not feel mad or horrible
I just feel confused and numb
I still laugh, but then why do i cry?

How do i have feelings
How do i feel again?
Am i dying?
It feels like it...