• In this World of Hate and Agony,
    I feel no comfort,
    In the presence of Friends,
    Or in the presence of Love.

    Torn in Two,
    Split down the Middle,
    It comes back to Bite you,
    And to Bind you.

    Always Revolting against you,
    When it comes to Happiness;
    Comfort Gained and always Lost,
    Neverending in a Torrent of Pain.

    You see the Joy,
    And try to Smile,
    But they all know that you're Hurt:
    The sweer Embrace of a Crumbling Heart.

    In the End,
    When everyone is Gone,
    You see that it was all synthetic...
    Nothing more than a meager Dream.