I'm lost
but I'm nowhere to be found.
Tomorrow, here, now.
Yesterday, there, now.
Time is losing itself,
It's tick tick ticking.
And the scars that spell out my name,
They only heal so far.
Without the map, who am I?
Existence is really nothing.
I'll burn away, my ashes will flow in the wind.
Tears will wander, string down faces.
But I'll be nothing, just as I was always.
Tomorrow, here and now.
I'm nobody.
Just as love as I never was, not found.
