Going through the motions
Doing what I can to stop this silence
It's numbing
Just like the secrets I keep
Which are ever so deep

I do my part, they do their part
We are one
Even as we drift apart
It's a wonderful thing
A meaningful thing
And it makes me think
Are we doing the right thing?

So many questions
So little answers
It's what I must blindly accept
In order to become perfect
Because the perfect me
Is what I want to be
Especially in this world
Filled with the dead.