Being free is an illusion, just like everything and everyone.
Black is all i feel, this surely isnt fun.
Stuck in my own mind, knowing nothing.
Weak and powerless, but still always craving somthing.
I cant see into the future, and i cant remember the past.
Mind and heart as cold as a stone, i wonder how much long i can last.
Wishing the rain in my head would stop, so could see through the haze.
As my death draws nearer, i have certainly seen better days.
Only a few left to love, i have lost all will.
Showed you my pride and sympathy, but it was not for you to steal.
So i kindly ask for it back, as i tear away.
All this pain and misery i will happily repay, it will be this way......