I live off nothing in this world Except the thick grey air that chains itself Swirls all around and engrains itself Stifles my last hope into sullen despair I don't associate myself With all of the people I can do without Those who never leave mein any doubt That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about I enjoy the silence in my life I don't thrive on the chaos that those contact can bring So many empty getures That don't mean anything It's so hard and so cold The texture of this world Taht nothing in this place is soft enough to hold And nothing like tenderness can ever ba unfurled I don't want anything in this world Except a thick gray air That will keep my heart hoping And keep my eyes open Just in case there's something there
