Standing, shaky, stumbling around some darkned room.
With a voice soaked in loneliness I call for help.
Yet even if a thousand voices rang out in unison, I hear nothing.
Traped in  a land filled with hope, but all I see is the darkness and smoke.
How many years have I been lost down here? How many years filled of wandering tearsl?
Does it hurt more when they push you away?
I always thought that the pain felt real either way.
Screens flicker across my eyes.
Skies pass as I drive by.
The world moves on as I do not.
My heart every day, it is broken anew.
In that room all alone
Calling for you.