Things are getting pretty strange I need to get out A thousand voices in the back of my head trying to tell me what it's all about am i really all alone could I have made it all up familiar faces slowly fading away reality is turning into dust my everlasting escape has made me happy but a shell I would excuse all the things that I've done if only I could remember them well and yet I wake up everyday just waiting for it to end as it all summons up only to be an all over again