The vision in my eyes, The words on my lips, remember you, only you. Everything so sober, nothing like the world once begun. Split personality, split dreams. All the signs of insanity. Razor roads define the pathway, to you. Broken or tattered, the efforts lie. Can you not see this? Living in your black box, blocking all the desires, the flames that once rose. Ashes remain, burnt fingers, blistered. Angry the sparks jump, only to disappear-gone. Moving further away, the walk seems backward, the speech far from reality. Just for once let me in.