I don't know, if I still care
But that doesn't even matter cause you're not here to hear what I have to say
And since you've gone away
I've been living in my yesterday
Forsaking my today
night and day
I've been searching for the answers at the bottom of every bottle
Trying to fit in the thoughts that don't even really matter
Sometimes I just sit back and push the throttle
And see where I lead myself
I don't believe myself
And I don't even really know where I see myself
With you, without ourselves
Is what they say is true ?
That we can't ever escape from ourselves
Well *******, **** everyone that has a need to tell
That there is heaven and hell
Good and bad
Maybe I should just **** myself
Maybe I would, but I guess
I don't really even care anymore
****.. I'm getting sentimental again
I am getting mental again
Maybe it's all just a game
Of names and lies
What do you do when you see someone else in those eyes
Before you can speak
The moment dies
You think you can finally sleep
But it eats you inside
Besides, you can't really tell if it's just a spell or you're losing your mind
Maybe you need help
But no pill is kind
My will is fine
My heart's still mine
Been around the world
I should have paid heed to the signs
Now there's something that feels empty inside
I've been looking but I just cannot find it
So **** it
I'm gonna take the bottle and hit the throttle
Get away from these voices that keep on getting louder
Maybe love is just not a word and tears not just water
****
I'm a thousand miles down and I've still got her
There's something about it, something about her
That drives me crazy.

I'm not tired
No, not in the slightest

I'm not upset
No, just mellow

I'm not sure
No, I really don't know

I'm not smiling
No, my face is straight

I'm not empty
No, there's emptiness to me

I'm not together
No, rather I'm apart

I'm not sane
No, try insane

I'm not saying it
No, I've said enough I think

I'm not done typing*
*No, I have plenty more I could give...

I look at those across from me - searching distant seas.
I guess what they say is true. When a harmful breeze
blows
we will all unite.
But yet when peace does come we search for a fight.
I know though that - no matter how good - corruption
will take root. Until destruction
turns good will into dust and hope into decay
And as we search these twisting allays
for answers
all we can say is pray....

but we will divide
because we all are fearful
and we will be cheerful
when the culprits are found
searching with trained bloodhounds
when it comes to hope
we'll pray with all our might
for their strength, families and fight
we will love for a moment each other
hand in hand with our brothers


*Pray for Paris