Blinded by the tears I shed while Pricking my soul with needles From out your eyes Can’t imagine it’s too late I could have seen it coming Now I realize It’s not what it should be Drowning in my memories I’m drowning... I’m living in my darkside... My darkside home Light is painting shadows Where I used to go My darkside home Paper boats on water Carrying all my hope What is it you want What is it you need Your steps through my door Won’t tell me indeed Out on the porch I see The path you take is fading In front of me It’s not what it should be Blurred edges all around me I’m living in my darkside…