Was there anything too remote to say,
To the people in your life?
I think I lost the will to really care,
Can everything really be alright?

The pens of the aftermath have skattered to the winds
And the pages of the lost have been inked beyond repair
I spoke to the homeless man
(But I did not really understand anything he had to say)


Sometimes I think my minds a "Pandora's Box"
There's not really anything in it that anyone
would really understand...
And though sometimes I fear
that I lost the key,
I end up realizing,
why I'm too scared to scream.