Honestly, 
the thing I see, 
it seems as though we fly. 

Stories,
but stories leave 
an imprint on my mind. 

Be honest... 
We'll be afraid...
Falling 
over again...

Time is wasted and gone. 
Life is passing on again. 
The white lights leading you on. 
Is this the end? 

So this is what you want to be? 
Held too close for eyes to
see your fantasy turn to misery. 


I can't see what's on your mind, 
all I know is you're bored again. 
In existence you will
find why you're alive.