If you can't take what's on this page,

I suggest you find a way,

or perhaps lock yourself in a cage.

Rather than criticizing what I have to say,

cause there is no day,

Rain is the only thing I see through my window
Is it true that the mind is a key?
The streets are cold, whats left is only my shadow
What is it that you actually see?

The Secret lays open on page thirty-eight
Its a real debate about whats supposed to be fate
Can I really take everything that it says about me as fate?
Will the person I see in the mirror be the one I come to hate?

They say time goes by and memories fade out
This theory I strongly doubt
Its been awhile since I came here to shout
There's got to be another way for me to get out!

Should I be scared of memories?
We already know they'll never come back.
Should I be afraid of losing someone?
When that someone was never mine.

If only life was as clear as glass
Everything in my pathetic life might actually last
But what am I now? I'm nothing but dust.