His child the moon and dark became

Once was a man they called insane

With fear and anger in his heart

Depression, all that slowly starts

The hate becomes a piece of him

Society has taught to him

Forever in his soul he'll keep

The sentiment to never weep

I can't fly on broken wings

I can't live on broken dreams

The things he always dreams to be

He tries to be like you and me

But now he feels his tears just fall

And livеs in the shit of it all

The thing from which the anguish starts

That has been living in thе dark

Heartbroken, bursting at the seams

Replaced by all his silent screams

Now he laughs at the fools who once had so much joy

They are now like he once was

Another worthless broken toy