Miscellaneous
(veil)
Looking at me standing here, lost behind this veil of tears
I wonder if I fell from grace the day I came to this wretched place...
I talk about my state of mind with all my would be lovers, though none can ever reach me here, beyond the wanting grasp of others
Wishing on every hell bound star that I could find my way out and finally be where those lovers are
Though I know that it takes a part from me, I can't help but just want to be nothing more than what you see
I'm tired of playing all of these foolish games... it's the selfsame situation I've been in before
Dealing with the same old people, settling all of the same old scores
I'm so tired...