Everything's been done so what am I doing here
just inhaling imitation- pale in life
Just another orphan of innocence- cry no fear, cry no fear
after all it's only life and it can get so pointless here

Flower isn't pretty leaning on the wall
spreading out to nothing, wilting in the fall
Colors darkening just like a silhouette
knowing well decline and faltering last step
Just another orphan of innocence
Just another orphan of innocence- cry no fear, save your tears
after all it's only life and people can feel useless here

Hollow and alive, we'll invent new ways to die
exit from frustration they call it suicide
Freed of its cell the spirit can explore
what the mind has only hinted at before

Everything's been done so what am I doing here