Overdose... Comatosed... I feel you close, but you're so very far away Surrogate... There's no escape. I found a gate, but it's locked so I'm Here to stay... Yet every wish I have is granted. Every hand is mine to hold and all The trees that I have planted touch the sky, turn gold I could buy the planet if I wanted. I'd make it mine... Yes, I'd unfold A tapestry that I'd recline in, somewhere we could both grow old together Our dream Dying eyes... You sympathize. I clutch my prize but it so slowly fades Away...