Sitting in front of a screen,
Empty rooms, empty voices
Writing again words like always
Hiding pain in the pixels.
My soul is with me,
Yet my soul is very distant;
Everyday faces, steady paces;
Inescapable vices, real faces
Yet, again, as empty as before.
The more I sink myself in,
The more I drown in my own sea.
I can't fathom being the backdrop to your main roles
So I try to pass the course to be just like you.
No matter how many scars I get from your stares,
No matter how many bruises I get from your words.
But it hurts!
I can't do it anymore!
But still what do I do everyday?
This!
The cuts grow deeper!
The bruises grow larger!
I should be used to it already,
But the more I stay the more I perish!
What choice do I have?
Being truthful would be a sin.
Call me an attention ***** all you like!
'Cause I wouldn't listen to your lies, anyway.
I want to smile real for once.
I want to see if there are some like me,
Even just one.
I want to shout at the top of my lungs,
Even if you cage my voice.
I really want to reach out and grab your hands,
*But, there's nothing to hold on in the first place.
I hold yet I don't
I can't do it