This isn't who I am.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

My eyes are glistening with the ghosts of my past.
And I will see you someday again in the clouds
All the world's a stage, and all the world's a stage.
With my eyes sewn shut, worlds are ruined this way.
And all the world's a stage.
I existed because I dreamed.
And well, I dream no more,
I've given up on the entire human race.