and like every day of my fucking life
it's two hours after midnight and i'm still awake
sharing my thoughts with the night and its demons
i hate to be alone
but i also hate admitting to myself i need others
with a knife on my arm to remind me
that i was surrounded
but wisdom and humility are still out of my reach
i would build from my hands but nothing would arise
where's my heaven? where's what i should love?
why is my mind so confused? and still questions
as only friends
i would love to never think anymore and just
let my soul go away
in silence, slowly close my eyes to travel around
nothingness forever
i'm talking to walls and consuming my flame
nevertheless there's no shame to be angry
i should
not complain and bare the cross through
this convict life, but still the need to be reassured
i'm the little voice you can't see
i'm the ear you can talk to, i could be your way out
you'll never read
just walk away, just run away (but i'm the)
i'm the little voice you can't see, i am the ear
you can talk to, i could be your way out but
i'm the eyes you'll never read.