[Vlastyn]
It is rare that I see truth within myself.
My sprit is broken and torn apart
I`m giving up hope, giving up all I`ve cared about
I`m so discouraged, so down
and I`m feeling so sick,
Like I`ve used up all my chances.
...I`d sleep but the cold awakens me.
(The coldness that makes me feel alive)
It`s just that one day I hope to be something else
Someone besides myself
If only one day I could be someone else
For just one day
I might not feel so alone.
