i sit alone, and think of nothing more than thoughts i have..
of truth, confusion, life...nothing more..
i'm tired and sumwhat tingly, and i dont know why,
but i dont understand it all.
i dont understand the pain that runs through me still,
i should be happy, but im scared,
i should feel love but i cry, with pain...
i should miss...everything.. i should
this burning and utter loneliness
fills me with lust, and hate
and then it fades away...