No words have been spoken,
For weeks now, call me...

Even though we don't meet that often,
I'm always thinking of the good times...

Do you ever feel like,
No one, they don't care...

Raging tunes, a vibe through my mind,
I’m in a different set of life...

A drowned rat,
That wrecked girl looking at me...

Head buried underneath the ruins,
Thinking it was all a dream...

Rolling stones down the hills,
Emotions falling to a subtle grave...

Flat, just lying there,
Am I still kicking...

Hands clenched onto anything in sight,
This life has made a mess out of me...

Shapes and disfigured pictures,
All a figment of my imagination...

Stepping on what used to me,
A life, a living creature...

Plate piled high with problems,
Yours, hers and mine too...