I have been here for a year, and I
have yet to befriend anyone new.
I swear that's true.
Awake, but dead I seem to be as
I progress through everything I do.
I swear that's true.
The aftermath proves failure, for I've
lost all touch with everything I knew.
I swear that's true.
I've been here for a year, but I
have yet to get my mind off of you.