I don't feel the rain anymore,
Neither the sun upon my face.
Everything is so muddled,
And nothing has it's place.

I don't feel the undeserved love,
That you give to help me heal.
I wound just like a wild beast,
And even this I can not feel.

And it's clear I am no better,
Then I was a few years ago.
I take things so very easily;
And just as easily let them go.

But I don't find any comfort,
In just what I have become,
I'm sure I'd hate indifference,
If I wasn't so **** numb.