Lost in the woods with nowhere to go
Left on my own with thoughts that I know...
The one afraid to breathe
Is bound to die...
There is an intersection
within my imagination...
There are tombs with gloom traces
Of fear in the far sighted eyes...
I shattered my glasses
between my palms...
There's day's when I realise
How much help I really need...
When did life become so slow
Despite these years I've naught to show...
She fights to dig herself
out of the darkness...
They randomly wrote words
upon mysterious souls...
Trying to grip onto that last hope
with a signal that has been lost within...
Our paths cross again when we meet in the town
From the thousands of people that are all around...
Where have gone
all the smart people...