I was born trying to formulate a path for myself, I know I'll die the same.

Every moment I wonder what I could be.

Wasting days just asking questions.

Where am I going?
Where have I been all these years?

A fucking coma,

dreaming and dreaming.

Shoving clocks down my throat just to keep from screaming.

Finally reaching reality, I have to stay.

And in these past few days that I've spend awake, I've seen your world of hate.

I found myself roused just to be tied down.

I see your body grow but your mind shrink away.

I hate everything you are. I hate everything you have become.

But maybe it's about time I just step away from the fucking mirror.

Maybe it's about time I just start to wander. 

Never come back, never come back.