I've been a nomadic soul, wandering by the woods,
Late at twilight, Often wondering if I should.
Trapped inside a box, We trudge on further,
Opening all the locks, with everyone screaming ******.  

Always pausing to hear a story,
The sound of silence dripping in all its glory,
I hope to hear your melody, An eternal mutation,
Forever a close-whispered conversation.

As I drift about working on the final riddle,
From the darkened blaze, Through the blinding light
Can you hear me reach out to you?

Today, I’ll tell her definitely, I said to myself
A cloudy grey sky above me, filled with bright lights.
The moment I saw her I knew she was coming
My fingers went numb, she smiled and whispered "goodnight".
She let go of me as she walked away into the night
And my frozen lips whispered
"Alright, death, sleep tight."

I'm the friend that walks behind when the sidewalk won't fit three
Like a bright flashlight that helps you see
The things I do to feel alive keep hurting me
And my mind's the only place where I can be.

Sometimes I'm scared of everything, for in the end it all leads to nothing
And my head's a temple where wavering thoughts are fed
Sometimes I sit and wonder,
If I’m just a careless keeper of all the things I've said.

The clock often strikes just past midnight
When I lie down waiting for the blinding white light
The things I do to feel alive have made me weep
My arrogance fierce and ignorance running deep.

I'm full and satisfied and I've finally reached my core
My eyes are the windows to my soul for I’ve finally unlocked the door
The things I do to feel alive won't be needed anymore
I guess I'll just keep living, although I now know what for.

Maybe if the sidewalk widened or if you could actually see
The infinite nothing which led you to me
Or if my feet stopped dangling over this roof
I’ve finally understood that you need no proof.