Psychotic Rock Star

The melancholy life of the Psychotic wannabe Rock Star.

Friday, December 17, 2004

Our Last Goodbye

Where are you?
Where am I?
This sounds like our last goodbye.

I've changed so much since you left
I wonder if you'd still recognise the fire inside
The desire hurts, my muscles ache
My world is lost, disintigrate

Where have gone
Must I keep searching
Are you happy now
Must I keep dreaming
where are you?
Where am I?
this sounds like our last goodbye.

A voice from behind me whispers nothing in my ear
My thoughts shift from emptiness into being
Sounds and images are taking shape
Being nothing is a food as living dead

Where have gone
Must I keep searching
Are you happy now
Must I keep dreaming
where are you?
Where am I?
this sounds like our last goodbye.

Paranoia eats at me, gnawing my bones
An endless chatter made to topple
Shadows of strangers cast down by me
An army of darkness is what seeks me

Where have gone
Must I keep searching
Are you happy now
Must I keep dreaming
where are you?
Where am I?
this sounds like our last goodbye.

Some say you're back
Safe and near by
Others are insane yet speak a strange truth
They say you never left but it was I who ran away

Where have gone
Must I keep searching
Are you happy now
Must I keep dreaming
where are you?
Where am I?
this sounds like our last goodbye.

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