I saw you walk into a room, I saw a face I thought I knew.
And all along it was true, It was me, it wasn't you.
I asked myself if it's the truth a guilty conscience isn't proof.
A fingerprint, well what's that do? Cause gasoline can burn that too.
So hide your knives and save yourself. It's just you there's no one else.
Will I change? The time will tell. Why can't I dream? What is this hell?
So maybe I should stop this time and draw the line and see the light.
But it's too late, I can't this time. I've lost my mind so say goodnight.
~Charlie Scene