segunda-feira, 17 de novembro de 2008

This is the time of your life, but you just can't tell

I feel like shoutin, and I feel like shutting... There is no one to tell when something inside of you is lost... And I just don't know... Where to begin, or how to say it...

I just wish I felt nothing at all.

Loneliness is silent, but the windows are open.... Still, there is so much to figure it out. And there are things unsaid, burning in my throat, things I just can not say because there's too much to loose. But confusion is not a choice, it's just a state of mind.

And I wish I felt nothing.