Strange is how I truly feel when I watch the world outside Everything appears unreal with nowhere left to hide When I was younger the light in my room would stay on with the light of the moon Now the comfort I had in such things is broken and so are my wings Afraid is what I truly am of nothing and all there is Wouldn't help me if you gave a damn wouldn't bring me bliss When I was younger the light in my room would stay on with the light of the moon Now the comfort I had in such things is broken and so are my wings