Inside

On the street
Where lovers meet
Strangers that are half asleep
Look into each other’s souls
And weep

They scream:
I wasn’t born
To die here

I know there is no
Notion new
And hell, everything
We claim to do

Is just something more
We can deny
We are into

I look into fear’s eyes
And realize
It’s just another disguise
Inside my mind

And when my soul had finally died
I had no real alibi

I have lived
Only to deny
The sad realization
I may have never really been here