I have a question to the world
but its not to be heard,
for I've lost my words
dying here for the answer I wonder why?
standing here on the ground looking up at the deep dark sky,
trying to find what I've lost inside,
How can I get there, how can I see
I don't feel, Is there anything left in me?
Trying so desperately, fighting so hard
looking for the place where I start.
Inside is so empty, cause I've lost my heart.
Is there anything left for me? In a world with no beat
Why cant they see?
I'm alone in the backseat
