cuz everyday we die -
a little bit
inside ourselves
and no one wonders
why
just follows through the patterns,
the footsteps
on the floor -
leading us to no where,
while we all just look for more.
And time is pouring out like sand,
and falling
through the glass -
I can hear it call to me
"somethings never last"
I feel a cold breeze linger on
and break inside my room,
everyone is shouting
but -
the quiet will break soon,
then i'll be alone again -
to live inside my head,
ill go to sleep and wake -
another small piece,
dead.
