i'm beginning to hate these days spent at home... they're so boring and don't help me at all...
when the night get nearer the ghosts of my recent past come back to me, closing in their sick game... i would like to be everywhere but here... the images get blurrer and blurrer while i get more paranoid... a painful conscient paranoid... i can't live this way anymore... i need to have back those tender sensations i used to feel... i miss them, i miss what we'd built... our son was so innocent and tender... i loved it so much... i didn't need anything else, and you brought it away from me... why did you have to do that? why did you have to promise me, to show me that world? liar... only liar can be your name... lies, lies, lies... i'm so weak....