Don’t you ever wonder

How it feels to be strange?

If you could handle the looks and the stares of people

When you’re different?

You fear someone else

And I fear myself 

But what’s the point?

Turbulent winds blown down to earth

Festering in the light

From a thousand souls

I love you, and you love me

But would you if I told you?

You say you expect, you respect, but I see your thoughts

They’re etched on your face, a field of hypocrisy 

That’s the eighth circle of Hell, you know

Teardrops on leaves, running from the sky

Dripping to the ground, hoping to die

If I leave now, maybe I’d feel peace

Stability and security have never been my friend

Unfulfilled and unsatisfied

I’m hanging on a thread

Help me! Help me! I’m falling!

My thoughts are doubled edged swords able to kill hellhounds

I am nothing but hollow guilt

I wish I could wash my hands of this curse

The night is fine, the stars are flying

Beautiful and fragrant as the world

But in an instant it can crumble before us

Help! The night is lying, the night is lying...