Empty words, that's all I hear echoing in my silent room. I'm lost in the middle of louder voices, shadows and stuck in an image that is nothing but an alucination of myself. Am I brave as you see? You say "Stand up" but I... I don't know what to stand for...
 I can stand for your delight, but it's too hard keeping my head held high while you're keeping pull the rug beneath my feet. Nobody said it was easy, but in my messy status I don't know what's the truth, what's loyal and what I can count on...