I think I think
What is their to say,
The trembles in between the lines
That show that I am not fine
I'm sorry
I'm living a life of absolute obscurity
I look into the mirror, I am inferior
Broken inside, there is no Security
I lay restless complaining about sleep
But at one in the morning my thoughts rise
And try to seek,
Something, that will make my life complete
I'm sorry
I'm usually silent and discreet
Listening away to broken promises
Everybody's problems
But when my demons abduct my mind
Nobody tries to stop them
I have no where to hide
You all let it happen
Until I am nothing, another pretty face
Spitting out words, it's just a waste
