DARK ROOM

In a dark room with this boy I thought I knew,

But I don’t know, what he is, no I don’t know,

I thought I do.

So you see:

In this dark room, tied to a chair I thought I knew, what I came for,

But I don’t, I don’t know him,

I don’t know me.

So you see:

Looking up way high to the skys I tend to see!

The exactual incredibly mirror imacle of me!

And looking down upon the dusty earth deep below!

Could it possibly be the boy I do not know!

Sadness, sadness, sadness actually flows,

Deep down way down down in our harts.

So I wish for a miracle to arise and perhaps save us from this endless circle of cries.

So you see:

In this dark room I find him in a corner crying bout something he wouldn’t tell me, so I stay there. So I stay there all alone. All alone. What should I do?