I sit alone inside this empty room,
And find myself some time to hurt and think;
Just wondering if I will break down soon,
Because these days have passed in one quick blink.
Each day is spent in busy distraction,
Without much time to wonder what has gone
In passing hours contained in my mindless dictions;
Putting on a face when asked what is wrong.
So now I sit alone inside this room,
And soon I understand how wrong I sound;
Just knowing I will surely break down soon,
Is enough to make my heart rhythmically pound.
I tell some lies, until I live the lie;
I hurt me, with each day passing me by.