All these days I've spent asleep,
Bearing all the pain I can handle,
Critisizing myself, I long for one thing,
Despite the fact it'll never come my way.
Everything I've done in my life,
Forever haunts my nightly dreams.
Gone with the tides of life and lies,
Happiness is far too out of my reach.
I never thought I'd end up here,
Joking about my life in satire.
Kicking and screaming, I fight off the pain,
Love being the only thing I have left.
Mother and father, I'm sorry to say,
No longer is your baby boy a child.
Over the years, he's become a man,
Philippe Fradet is too old for his age.
Quitting on life is easy way out,
Running away from my life long problems,
Shutting out all of the things I love,
Thinking about all the wrong I have done.
Under the blanket of ill habbitted people,
Vividly shown through the mist of blood,
Wonderous dreams are dreamt and destroyed,
X's and O's hurt more as time moves along.
Young adolescent minds wonder in vain,
Zealously waitigng for desperate salvation.
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