Something keeps haunting me,
Leaving my mind weak and my body lifeless,
Fearing for my sanity,

Each and every night my eyes are wide open,
Focusing on the clock that doesn't seem to be moving.
The nights get longer and longer,

The ghosts come closer and closer,
In possession of illusions from my past.


You are the living perception of visible pollution.

We'll keep the hostile friends in mind,

When we've grown old and fragile,
And remember how far we have come without them.


I've already given up on most of you,
I may be civil, but my mind is elsewhere,
When you tell me about your irrelevant life.


Friends are running thin,
Truth is running thin,

Everything that made this world noble is running thin.
You're all forgotten.


It seems like a lifetime ago,
When I called you my friends,
I've sent you all to the back of my mind,

Deep in my repressed memories.