Here I am; Cursed. With all these songs to dance along. With the rain drenching the ground. Standing alone Here In the cemetery; Confused. Should I sway along to the melody? Or Should I mourn over the loss of the ideals I never had With the ghosts watching in front of me? Or maybe I could just leave them alone with themselves, Letting them rest in whatever state they are in. Still, I am here; Standing, Thinking, Cursing, Wishing My mind To rest.