Happiness; it hides away
No light shines on me today

Soul is made of broken bones
Spirit sings its lonely moans

Tomorrow is a brand new day
The hope is that I fade away

The voice has lost it’s faithful ways
The hands no longer feel embrace

Thoughts they breathe of yesterday
My heart, it fleas; a castaway

Eyes of broken window glass
No time for me, he’s come at last

The darkness guides me, with it’s craze
These feelings now, an endless maze

Can I fix this hole i’ve made?
Can I fix this inhumane?

A whisper of the heart unsung
Tears are falling, still I’m numb

Another one has taken my place
A new name, a new face

I’ve taken my sane
It’s me whose to blame

Couldn’t find my soul a home
Grinded down, right to the bone

Another perfect wannabee
I ate the fruit of apple tree

Could I wake another day?
Could I wake a pure saint?

But time my friend reiterates
This could be my early grave