Wanting to break free,
But the prisoner is me,
My emotions are the enemy,
Tears fall,
Hopelessly,
With no control at all,
For miles it seems,
Like a never ending stream,
Of broken dreams,
hopelessly,
I hit the ground,
Waiting for new tragities to be found,

I want to see what I can’t see
I want to have what I can’t have
I want to touch what I can’t reach
I want to hold what’s beside me

Looking at the people on the sreet
Thier faces and outfits
What are they wondering?
Do they listen?
When the fabric tells a story
Are dreams realities?
Or some greek tragities?

I saw smoke coming out of a building
Fire burning down the roads
People screaming
Shouting and pushing

Mama! help me!

The spider is kniting a nightmare
Everybody on this streer is tapping on this giant web
String to string, connecting
From the distance
I realize I'm not one of them

I’m alone
I never wanted to be the spider
And still I wonder

Lets try something new.
I don't think i'll right about you.
Instead of red, the color of dead,
I think i'll write about blue.

See i have always preferred blue.
It doesn't seem so, but it is quite true.
Drugs and ***** represent the shades of blues,
But this is nothing new.

I could sit and cry,
I could try to die.
I could wallow in pitty,
And forget my pride.

Or i could live my life,
Even if i'm high.
Care free, carefully,
Experiencing new tragities.