I try to collect the pieces, the pieces that used to be myself.
You automated species, your heaven has always been my hell.
Nothing is everlasting, I have got to change.
Could this be a good thing?, or am I just deranged?
Haven't I had enough?, haven't I seen enough?, this is too much for me.
Seems like I'm all alone, noone who understands, is this how my life should be?
I've lived my life in shadows, to hide behind the rest of you.
But now you've turned transparent, so now I've got a choice to do.
Nothing is everlasting, I have got to change.
Could this be a good thing?, or am I just deranged?
Haven't I had enough?, haven't I seen enough?, this is too much for me.
Seems like I'm all alone, noone who understands, is this how my life should be?
Your laughter, my pain.
To me it's just the same.
It's after me again.
Haven't I had enough?, haven't I seen enough?, this is too much for me.
Seems like I'm all alone, noone who understands, is this how my life should be?