I see a lot of these sullen faces
looking for a future that will not come.

Seeking an existence that simply isn't there.

I see all of the tears run down all of
their faces as they watch their dreams whither
before them.

It's sad. It makes me sad to see them sad.
It's a big mess of sad and it's sad to
watch and sad to see that sad is you
and sad is me.

Sorry.

When I see their faces, when I watch their tears
I can't help but think about when I used to be in
their same position.

It makes me remember when I felt things.

I miss it.
Those memories keep me going
some days.

It's nice to remember when I had love to give
when I had
when I had
when I had love to give.

Instead of looking for love to take.

So I sit there and stare at the sullen faces,
remember all I used to have so I can
feel echoes of of feelings that have long since
passed.

But then it ends and I turn back.

Back into an animal like the rest of the world.