We're staring into empty spaces,
while we're sitted side by side.
We're having empty conversation,
over cigarette tonight.
The walls are closing in on us,
and we're wondering why.
It's just you and me,
and our cigarette stained lies.
We're talking to ourselves inside,
yet not a single word here.
My head is saying something else,
yet my heart holds you dear.
I really want to hold you,
and never let you go.
But baby there is so much more,
that you shouldn't know.
With no words,no reasons,
I pull you in closer to me.
Just one more lie tonight,
over our cigarette stained lie, just let it be.

Another two years older,
and I'm three more steps behind.
I might have lost that girl,
somewhere along this line.
Time seemed to have overtook me,
while I was standing at the crossroads.
Of things unending, of things that has happened,
of things said or wrote.
I may have become the aftermath of a disaster.
The one they had warned you,
before and after.
I can't keep running in this wrong direction,
I won't keep up with what's right.
It seems part of me is already gone,
I might not last through this fight.
So, time is what I need,
to fix what wasn't whole to begin with.
So, from scratch, I'll start by saying,
"My name is....."

Of unspoken words, of countless sighs
and of an aching heart in between.
I used to know, I used to want
but now my dream's breaking at the seams.
When I possessed, the poison sets in
and I couldn't undo what's wrong.
I keep running in that direction,
keep expecting,trying to belong.
I seem to have run out of reasons,
trying to make sense of it all.
While doing so, I'd lost myself,
I can't run anymore.
I'm filled with such disdain.
But I could hold the blame.
Now I'm sitting here alone,
taking this little time to breathe.
No expectations,no disappointments,
no need for explanations, just trying to find me.
If you could see me now.
You would know just how.

He walks on the streets, a lonesome figure,
looks around for that familiar face.
He had her close before, an arm's length touch,
her jolly-rancher lipgloss he could taste.
He couldn't get her attention, he looked elsewhere instead.
He'd lost track of the man he was with her, he made do with fake.
He asked to be out, to only wish she'd come forward.
She said otherwise, that going on would make things awkward.
He never wanted out, but this was his only way to be with her.
He knew it was only a matter of time,that it'll happen the way he'd fear.
She used to fight it out,saying they'll work this out,
but lately she'd told him otherwise.
She'd come to realise that this would suffice.
He knew things had change, it was the only thing that's constant.
He only needed the courage to face what he'd reluctant.
So he walks the streets, a lonesome figure,
still holding on to that familiar phase.
He only needs to know if it's worth feeling anymore,
or should he stop running this race.

I'd watched the many videos,
of humanity gone absurd.
I watch with such disdain,
such hatred for them *******.
Have they got stone cold hearts,
or nothing at all pounding within?
Were they brought up by the hands of the devil,
or were they psyched by some evil doctrine?
Who permitted them rights to rob lives
of these helpless little animals?
Who granted them consent for their relentless pursuit of quality,
and feast like a hannibal?
Such cowardly acts to prey on helpless little creatures,
yet with that much pride, they boast of their prized possessions.
Only when the tables turn,
will they seek for redemption.
And still humanity runs,
in the direction of absurdity.
The human race continues,
to rest in such cruelty.

Am I a fool talking to the moon,
holding a one sided conversation?
I don't fit in, I don't stand out,
I'm mostly blending in the motion.
I made a sound but no one hears,
I stood up there but no one sees.
I'm right next to you but it's inconsequential, I've tried too hard to just be me.
I guess I've been on the sidewalk,
merely passing by.
Cause I'm not very good company, am I?

You take a look behind,
of the traces you left imprint.
Misadventures, memories to keep
and pages you might had been.
Circumstances tried to make you
see the sanity of it all.
But, at some point, insanity
was exactly what you were looking for.
People came and went,
some stayed on from time to time.
Chapters you wondered if you could ammend, pages you let it run on rewind.
You kept interrupting conscience,
kept playing around with guilt.
Like if one last could play on,
to indulge further, you would.
Another two years older
but three more steps behind.
You keep looking back on the traces
you left along with time(from time to time).