Alone with no soul I can see…
Stuck in a box with nowhere to go…
Out of place with no place to be…
Surrounded by emptiness and superficiality…
I don’t so much want to be here anymore…
But like I said, I have no place to be…
A slave to my own immortality —the worst kind of misery…
Forever sacrificing myself… Just to fit in a box perfectly tailored for me…
Laughter– the only place I feel free…
Among the stars cheerful and glee… By myself in ecstasy…
In a mirror is the only hope I can see—
But in a mirror they can’t possibly see what I see…
The more self I sacrifice—the more the mirror gives way as to what they can see…
A soulless box – is all that will be left of me…
