stroll to the cafe my god how time flies i close up my brain and another friend dies i feel like a mirror feel like nothing is mine i could go back to crying but now dying seems fine so i hang from the ceiling or i sit on the air or rot in a corner until somebody cares faces at random i quote people i knew i d love to be like me if i can feel like you here am i more roche five than pain here am i just me and my walls to blame here am i i really don t feel quite sane here am i still searching for my shadow in vain lock my door i only think in black and white i ll even try to look ashamed moving out of central somebody knows me well says he ll spill the whole story he may be lying i can t tell meet me inside i ll keep my head to the floor and one hand on the handle of the mad sane door here am i more roche five than pain here am i just me and my walls to blame here am i i really don t feel quite sane here am i still searching for my shadow in vain lock my door i only think in black and white i ll even try to look ashamed my shadow in vain my shadow in vain my shadow in vain1