The empty hallways just tear you up inside.
Your footsteps echoe mocking every stride.
Lonesome, like the sound of him leaving, never saying goodbye.
Yet time still wastes, yet people still haste, in a hurry to get done with whatever they do...
And I stand still unaffected unaware, because of you.
Isolated, I speak.
It's alright if they dont hear
they will not believe me anyways
Its alright if nobody sees me
They do not seem to care
They dont know me at all
