In striving to be different
We are all the same
For the very thing we want
Is to make a name

Too many times we wish for
Things we cannot obtain
Oh, how much I want to
Show just what I've gained

I'm not the same, I assure you
I have my dreams, you see
Yes, that's only thing so different
Between you and little old me

Familiar footsteps racing down the stairs.
Crawling inside myself as Satan himself appears.
Hoping he won't notice while stalking through the room.
Flashbacks hit like lightening strikes; tired old fears.

Twist the words falling from my lips.
Breathing the same air has become a capitol offense.
Try not to stare, even into space.
How he hates the look of my face!

3 a.m. actually, it's 3:39
I'm awake and I wonder why?
I'm searching for a reason
so tired, I want to cry

A special number, is it?
I think it may portend
a time, a date, whatever
I have questions without end

I wonder if I've missed
something putting this to rest
I feel I am forgetting
although I've done my best

Why should these numbers
mean so much to me?
Are they magical, these digits
Like nine, is made by threes.

The face in the mirror is a cruel temptress.
A faint spark burned out with sadness.
Replaced with lifeless, hopeless madness.
Given away by black shadows under my eye.

Emotions wrap around me,
like a python squeezing its prey.
Suffocating, nauseating, devastating,
why can't they just let me be?

Who wants someone with three kids and a slew of pets.
Love is fleeting, hard to find appealing
when you have nothing to offer,
except being good in the sack.