Too much time on my hands... I've learned to love the night, it's disguised itself to appear just like the light Takes me by the hand, and reminds me that a wrong is sometimes right And I know the state I'm in can't last But the closet's bursting with force of rage from the demons in my past
And she stands and stares with eyes of disbelief And makes me feel so alone Awaiting to relive the sights unseen from the seeds that I once sowed
But that's not me anymore... I've sought and I've grown. That's just not me anymore...
