There's something so painful about it,
that I wish I could've seen before.
To be honest I wasn't sorry when it happened,
I just didn't have the ability to feel.
These thoughts of drifting away keep getting so loud inside.
I've given up hope that they may one day go away,
because hope has gotten me no where.
Eventually I'll decay,
alone
where I'm meant to be;
I just don't know how long eventually is.
