[Vlastyn]



It is rare that I see truth within myself. 

My sprit is broken and torn apart 

I'm giving up hope, giving up all I've cared about 

I'm so discouraged, so down 

and I'm feeling so sick, 

Like I've used up all my chances. 



...I'd sleep but the cold awakens me. 

(The coldness that makes me feel alive) 



It's just that one day I hope to be something else 

Someone besides myself 

If only one day I could be someone else

For just one day 

I might not feel so alone.