Strange is how I truly feel 

when I watch the world outside 

Everything appears unreal 

with nowhere left to hide 



When I was younger the light in my room 

would stay on with the light of the moon 

Now the comfort I had in such things 

is broken and so are my wings 



Afraid is what I truly am 

of nothing and all there is 

Wouldn't help me if you gave a damn 

wouldn't bring me bliss 



When I was younger the light in my room 

would stay on with the light of the moon 

Now the comfort I had in such things 

is broken and so are my wings