As I stand here looking in the mirror,
I gaze upon what I've become, searching for what I used to be.
Where was it in life that I lost my way
and my passion to live became a suicidal tendency?
Every day I breathe I feel as if I'm trapped in a prison, like I've been
sentenced to live in a world in which I don't belong.
To love, to hate, to be good or evil
I'm growing more confused about which is right or which is wrong.
Lord take me away I'm a phantom, a ghost, an alien cursed with flesh.
Is there a place among the stars above for a restless soul to rest?
Can there ever be peace for a man that lives the lives of many men?
Just how do I maintain my sanity when I'm hearing strange voices from within?
Lord increase my joy and not my pain and lighten my heavy load
and relieve me of this gloomy creed that's become my faith and code.
I need to know that you exist and that my prayers are not in vain.
Are you the creator of all creation or a fabrication within my brain?
Please look beyond my faults and imperfections for I know that I have sinned.
I offer you these words as a token of my repentance.
Lord save me from this bitter end.