I guess I should be sad
But who am I to wonder
Still, do I feel bad
Thoughts carelessly buried under
Unfamiliar times, places never seen
Life without knowing
This struggle within, it has always been
Knowing, o so weary am I
Without a looking glass, a passage to my mind
Visions of triumph and personal gain
With an image of memories so kind
All is overcome, truth, reality, its pain
So unto the begging where it all began
And do I really feel bad
Take me to the end and let it start again
Because buried under, I really feel sad
