Confined
Some where in time
Cause I feel at peace
Yet
I feel the immense pain
Tears are neglected here
Sleeping is something of the past
Past-time...
Dreaming, why dream?
My hands are laced with the thoughts of my better days
In this prison I recollect my thoughts
About her
I wonder it she remembers me
Misses me
Forgot me...
I suppose I might as well continue stare at the sky
Cause it's the closet i'll ever get to feeling alive
