Some Torment Saint
All Dressed in White
Everyday is an oppurtunity to exorcise my demons
Make all that has been wrong, become right
I get Closer
Eye contact turns into a coincidental gaze
I have my chance
My eyes shift to the floor
Anyone close to me is now much more interesting than ever before
You and me, Now is the time
Hello, then Silent like a mime
Another day, another missed opportunity
Everynight my bed becomes a haven for all my inadequacies
Floating on an ocean of Anger and pity
Should I wake up with the newfound hope that tonight's dreams will come true?
Optimism is for those who live in the light
I live in the Darkest of Nights