The dusty pages of a worn-out book,
The beating of the years it took...

This hallway, these people,
The sounds they make...

I don't laugh or grin or try to smile,
I keep most things inside...

I grow stronger now,
And stronger still...

Undying hate,
Threshold of rage...

The empty smiles, the wore out grins,
Drowning in the sea of sins...

Love is anger,
Love is pride...

So too, are you, stuck in this mess,
So true, you are, in loves guess...

Another day, another man of god,
Preaching to my ignorant ears...

Forever doesn't exist,
It ended...

I stand here, feeling helpless,
Alone and forgotten with no regrets...

Its interesting to me,
How selfish you are...