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I sit here in this chair,
surfing around the 'net.
Trying not to care,
'bout this being the bet:

I get to see you today,
after waiting for so long.
But the world is constantly changing,
bet we can't stay long...

It never seems to fail,
whenever your around.
Something always pulls one of us,
leaving the other to fall to the ground...

Tonight I felt really lonely,
with no one being around.
The voices came back to haunt me,
forcing me to turn around...

These voices are not that of a loon,
or those of a psycho.
These are ones that are born,
from that of an emo...

They speak to me of decisions,
decisions that I have made.
Decisions that, throughout my life,
has caused so much pain...

I speak with them on their terms,
wether others like it, or not.
They are here to stay, when I am lonely,
giving me something to talk to, when others do not...

All the pain comes back to me,
like an eternal flood.
I try to find some refuge,
but I cannot stem the flood...

But I see a light at the end,
toward it I must go.
For you are standing in it,
waiting for us to go...

No matter how many days I must go,
no matter how long we must wait.
I guess I can rest easily now,
on THIS side of the gate....