Honestly, with things I see
It seems as though we fly.
Stories go, but stories leave
An imprint on my mind.

Be honest...
We'll be afraid...
Falling over again...

Time is wasted and gone
Life is passing on again
The white lights leading you on.
Is this the end?

So this is what you want to be?
Held too close for eyes to see
Your fantasy turn to misery.

I can't see what's on your mind,
All I know is you're bored again.
In existence you will find
Why you're alive.