Your prince on a stage facing his reflection; acting out a philosophical soliloquy, an inquiry to sensitivity. I know they hear me, but do they hear what I have to say? You don't know me, you never will. In the end I'll be long gone before the curtain has fallen.
I seek for passion in a weekly fling of imaginary affection in false hopes she'll continue listening to whatever I have to say, but I've found out that seclusion will be my soul mate until the end of my days (until I dissipate)
I hate myself more than you could ever know.
I am alone.
Save yourself and let me go.
Adieu, I look in your eyes and 'feel' a change inside of me.
Adieu, I'll wait for something that could never be.
Adieu, why don't you notice me or am I simply to blind to see?
Please, remember me.