Am I the past, old and useless

sitting here alone and clueless

Or the present, quickly retreating

here, but yet oh so fleeting

Better yet, The future, Nonexistent

While you remain forever distant

On this path without a clue

Will I ever find my way to you?

These thoughts they flow like a stream,

While I am steady chasing my dreams

Only to awake and find its too late

Can I ever hope to change my fate?

Reality is cold and perception is false

The only emotions that I know are lost

The knife cuts deep and I bear the pain

The blood runs red and outflows my shame

I hang my head and try to hide

The scars that are buried deep down inside

Inside where no one shall go

Deep down where there is still hope

While trying to hide I plan my escape

Escape from this game and all of the hate

This game called life, and all of its weight

But wait, is it too late?

It seems that I cannot change my fate

So away I go,

on this path without a clue

Hoping to find my way to you.