An empty worn away, picture frame
A lost soul searching, without a name...

I\'m weak with self pity
I\'m mourning myself...

A cacophonous noise, a scream a shout
An emotional argument i try to block out...

I wake up in my house, there is not one sound
I rub my blurry eyes, sit up and look around...

I could show you the world and I know it
But as time has passed and feelings have waned...