From the recording Lost Inside
Here I sit in a crowded room but I'm all alone again. Staring at the bottom of this glass, right now my only friend.
So many people think they know me, but their not even close. The ones that preach at me are the ones I hate the most.
I cannot think, so I must drink, to try to find myself.
I cannot run, or I must hide, before I find myself.
I cry! I scream! I am Lost Inside! I fight! I bleed! I am Lost Inside!
Driving home, an empty street, but I hear the voice again. Calling my name, the neon lights that are my only friend. So many people think they know just what is best for me. Visions of happiness is something I can't see.