The meaning of life,
Is so elusive...

Space,
empty space...

Squeeze me...
Hold me tight...

I see black smoke,
By the end of this November...

Oh love,
has brought me to my knees...

I took a step today.
I opened the door...

Rode along,
with seven horses of despair...

In a cave of hate,
I can sleep alone...

I used to think I had it all,
Although that's what I recall...

Something changing in me,
feels like a soft blur...

Remember how we used just to run off,
Covering our faces with the fake laugh...

I sit and wait.
For something I can't really see...