In the beginning it was just a glimpse 
Far too fleeting to care about 
But I can still remember the initial traces of your change 
Then you became so adaptable 
No deviation from your ways 
Like the world in your eyes is just spinning inside of you 
There's only you and you and you . . . 
There are no more doubts in you 
It's a repression of your past 
Sometimes it shows you're insecure 
I still can read between the lines 
There are no more doubts in you 
Have you forgot to dream at last 
Sometimes it shows you're insecure 
You died inside 
When I'm thinking of days gone by 
You were so curious about the world 
You never needed reasons to simply fly off-hand 
Being the epitome of ignorance 
Does it really suit your plan? 
Where's the contempt that you would actually show yourself