Cries heard but could not find,

A way to escape,

From this overcast,

Those left standing,

Still die.

Those left standing,

Dieing mentally,

Those left standing,

Crying fearfully,

Those left standing,

Trying to wake up,

Wake me up,

Its too real.

Clouds hovering over my head,

Clouds covering me from reality,

So I sit building,

A sheltered innocence,

So I sit filling,

This empty mind,

So I sit pulling,

On reality.

Those left standing,

Dieing mentally,

Those left standing,

Crying fearfully,

Those left standing,

Trying to wake up,

Wake me up,

Its too real.

Vengance from my past is failing,

Revenge for my death is wailing,

Patience for ignorance is dieing,

Pain of reality is building,

Real.

Those left standing,

Dieing mentally,

Those left standing,

Crying fearfully,

Those left standing,

Trying to wake up,

Wake me up,