I'am standing over the edge
Drifting away slowly...
What I have not, what I feel not, what I touch not, what I think not, what I need not
Only you can set me free
But...
I haven't found you, yet I can feel you...
What is your name, what makes you smile, what do you look like...
And do I have the right to love you?
Is there no reality if you are but a dream?
Is then nothing as it seems?
Am I the dreamer or am I the dream?
...
I am standing on the edge of my sanity, drifting away from my humanity
Only you can set me free, only you can cure my insanity