Bumping into me,
You don't feel a thing,
The sadness and rage,
has caused a great pain,
Each day looking into the glass,
All I can see is my past.
Seeing through me like a paint of glass,
All while your wearing a mask,
Treating, beating yourself down,
While meaning, and screaming yourself into the ground.
Could love save your dieing soul,
Or make your heart beat to a rhythm without control?
Make your decision and meet the truth,
Remember the wisdom and the joy of youth.