• As the sun fades into the dark
    I watch as stars appear
    in the cold, night sky.
    It's been like this
    scince the beginning of time
    and nothing seems to break the pattern.

    It's just like me...
    When the sun is up
    I'm deep in thought
    and in the dark...
    I'm dead and cold inside.

    It's a pattern that has not yet ended...
    Since I've been their have been
    No laughs ro smiles, No tears or sobs.
    Just thoughts and death.

    That's my pattern for life...