• Alone in a world overflowing with loved people,

    I watch them live happily from my crumbling steeple,

    wondering what it is like to be truly known,

    to feel their warmth, instead of the cold unfeeling stone.



    I sit amongst friends who assume but do not know,

    when the joyful guy they like is just for show,

    I'm good at pretending, there's nobody I can't fool,

    I've built a Kingdom of Lies, where the insane rule.



    Who am I really? Am I happy and uncaring?

    A lonely soul without a future, yet always preparing?

    Or have I fooled even myself, feeling nothing at all?

    Have I already descended into madness, or have I yet to fall?



    I can never tell what state my mind is in,

    I constantly change my mind and contradict myself,

    sometimes to prove I'm real I p***k myself with a pin,

    but what does that prove?I could be as fake as the GI Joe on your shelf.



    But if I feel nothing and I'm not real, why do I long?

    Long for her touch, to warm my desolate shell?

    To long for this to be a duet instead of just me singing this song?

    So it must not all be lies, there really can be truth in hell.



    There are no answers for my questions, for I'm alone,

    God has turned his back to me, and so I weep,

    the end nigh, Death coming with it's chilly embrace,

    letting me finally close my weary eyes, for the last time I will sleep.