Tired eyelids waiting for a sweet dream, one that doesn't scare. Leaned on a bed, I'm awaiting. Singing a Lullaby melancholy in my side thinking of paranoid ideas and shadows listening to me. Sounds revived within, fleeting scenes and a weeping willow. Silence, don't cry, I'm the main character of this story, not you. At night is my turn, during the day I shouldn't pour my heart out.
I wish I could die and reborn in someone else another body, another place and can change my name no blue, no gray no hurt myself, no hurt anybody else I'm so tired and I feel dizzy So I try just to sleep but I can't, something within hurts me Such a deep well-known depression it's telling me you are a weirdo, don't you see? I'm insane. I know it I'm sure they, too They want me to live but i feel too weak. I'm trying... 'Don' cry. You shouldn't cry don't be sad You have to smile and laugh You will be happy. 'Darlin I want you to smile', I hear he says
