Darkest room in the house, No light or people can be seen No noise or voices can be heard and if not for my heartbeat's echo I'm not sure I would exist Voices in my head talk as though they are my friends, Reality is suppressed as my dreams slowly creep to the surface As I live in this dreamworld I occassionally wake up to see what I left behind in the first place Everyone wants to know why I'm not happy But nobody wants to give me a reason why I should be Tears slowly run down my face because I finally realize that which makes me happy doesn't really exist