The sway of distance A suffering march Lives tremble on and on We usher burdens that see us through Blinding light emanates guiding me from within For I am just part of who I was back then Where we were, when this all began Inside this vision I am no longer in control of my own life Sickened by surroundings, occupied and weak Tangled and desperate I expand I am paper thin, lines etched and carved from misery Somebody help me please, because I can never leave this place I am afraid of becoming you I'll deconstruct my self For I am just a part of who I was Where we were, when this all began Something inside me, I cannot fix So we begin again So send me to my grave Lives tremble on and on But we are just a perception of a common theme We are something more I pretend I am better I disconnect Searching and believing That we are something more I pretend I am better I disconnect