I can get lost in disillusionment,
Make a reality based in a dream,
But it never fits with what's going on,
And doesn't the world,
Jst love to pull me out.

There's only darkness out there,
No place for what you want,
There's only blood on the floor,
Left by the last who escaped

I hate to say this now,
But it's you that make this hard,
You never go along,
With what I plan or say,
My beliefs get torn,
So I make new ones,
And you're never satisfied,
Until you see me down

There's only sorrow in here,
No ideas with meaning left,
There's only me on the floor,
Losing to other's realities