Feelings unkind
Pieces of me left behind
What do you see in the mirror?
Nothing but a lie
Truth behold me
I live in the comfort of reality
While you loath in your ignorance
You’re blinded by her trance

Free Yourself, From Yourself

You've crossed the line
I won't protect you
No one left to fend off
Dreams come true?
Blue from the pain you hide
Once I had a tear
You ripped it off my cheek
Tear you, nevermore
If I die old and alone
You will perish trapped like today
This I do not wish or cast
This I know, everlast

A.J. Dinardo - April 17, 1999