They wanted to hear
What you had to say
They turn become so sad
When you gone away
It's all left behind
Still trying to reach
They all turn so sad
When they can't hear you preach
Wanted truth
Cursed to solitude
It's my lament
It's my punishment
A string of ether
A line so fine
I fell in
Your regret is my design
Did I want to wake up?
Or should I've stayed asleep?
When you have done yourself
It will invade dreams