Shall i really destroy the things i hold dear?
The things i thought reasonable to keep near?
Shall i, really be alone and live in fear?
Shall i, try to end the game i always lost?
Lets say, i did, shall i really be alone?
And shall i really fall?
Oh
End it all, the pain..
That came down like rain.
And put in vain, my little bit of "Sane"?
Oh, i don't know anymore...
I can't take much more, i know i've got a losing score.
And so i stand, with no hand, to talk to lead me ahead.
It's safe to say, that the truth in me is dead.
And in all of the lies, the red lies and all of the broken trys..
Where is my savior now?
In the empty path (The path in which i walk ahead)
Is only filled with my failure and my dread.
Is the truth, really dead?
Is this really the end?...
I want my own reality, to bend, bend....