The swooping bird,it's song I've heard,as for me,I've been burned.
the knife edged rose,knowing which way I've choose,no one knows.
i don't know why I'm here,no one notices anyway,if i drown or scream,without a sound I'll blow away.
the meaning of life is not noticed,i have no meaning,I'm empty,I'm emptied out.
the trickling stream,the sunny beam,shadowed on my face,filling a dream,the rolling hills,just like those pills,they killed me,those things kill,but no one cares,I'm not real,those zombie glares.
