Naked in my own eyes,
I can feel my heart beating,
it feels like silence.

So much nothing to give,
It's all I can afford,
The desire to change has left me cold.
I look at my hands to see,
Perhaps they were made for something.
No, like the rest of what I am,
Nothing to compare to a work of beauty.

Standing in the crowd
Of a million blank faces,
I can't seem to catch my breath
in the midst of all this emptiness.

You can't understand,
you tilt your head,
and tell me I'm mad.

How that stings to hear,
when all I wanted
was to know and hear
you would always be tehre to hold my hand.

Spinning to see them all walk away
I grow dizzy, worthless in my own mind.
Perhaps love is a fools game,
I give to give it all,
and am left with none to catch my fall.

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