Sometimes I think I wasn't made for this life
What becomes of people like me?
People who don't fit in?
How can a darkness so deep within be part of me?
What happens to those alienated by society?
How can I endure an existence this painful that hurts my feelings?
Where is the small piece of human truth
That can make sense of this confusion?
Where does it end?
Finding no way out
Trying to find a reason for existence
WalkingFallingFinding no way out
DreamingTrying to find a reason for existence
SleepingWhere does it end?
SearchingTalkingWaitingBlack
ShadowsHopingLostGone