Pi Is Exactly Three

the shape of all my doubts my fear

come closer

here i stand in the falling rain

there is no joy inside these tears

i see the world through a twisted and bitter stare

to be where i have been to see what i have seen

is it a dream

or can i believe

the memories will haunt me for ever more

i trusted you

im not the man you used to know

i am different everything is different now

when you left me you planted a seed of hate in me

nothing is stronger stronger than this

or this is a dream

why can i believe you