Take my breath away,
I don't need it anyway.
'Cause I'm fine here in my own forgotten world.
Where I can be myself,
Left with the hand I'm dealt,
And it's hard to get a grip when you're holding onto something you just let slip away.
All these thoughts stuck in my mind,
Spinning 'round like endless time.
For what's in my life.
I do wanna feel
Something you call real.
And I don't think that I've got
Time for these scars to heal.
And the days just go by
Leaving questions in my mind.
I guess I'll find the answers
Some day in another life.
Here with my old friend
The silence, in the end.
And it rings all out that I cannot pretend.
If I just close my eyes,
And ask a thousand whys,
Will it change or stay the same?
Will it ever go away?
The question still remains.
All these thoughts stuck in my mind,
Spinning 'round like endless time.
For what's in my life.
I do wanna feel
Something you call real.
And I don't think that I've got
Time for these scars to heal.
And the days just go by
Leaving questions in my mind.
I guess I'll find the answers
Some day in another life.
Warning signs
Read "desolation
On the road of
Desperation".
Happiness machines
Are coming clean,
What can you do for me?
I do wanna feel
Something you call real.
And I don't think that I've got
Time for these scars to heal.
And the days just go by
Leaving questions in my mind.
I guess I'll find the answers
Some day in another life.
So here,
Now I stand, at the end
Of a dark road out of hell.
It's not so hard, as I depart.
What a way to become a man.