Can something redeem me from the thing I have become?
Wandering the streets at night with nothing said or done.
Left behind my childhood, now I've lost my soul.
As these melancholic feelings take control.
Goodbye, left behind, known hatred and exile from all of my kind,
Seems I've gone blind for all of this world's beauty and shine.
Neo-romantic tragedy as reality decays,
Nevermore can we regain our righteous, our true ways.
Left here standing, shouting at this mess,
Nothing is left for me or you.
Left behind, I see through your shell and there's nothing inside.
Seems you've gone blind through all of this world's disrespect and hate.
Disrespect and hate.