Do you ever ask yourself if you feel alright?
Do you ever feel the silence tearing your walls down?
Do you ever need your voice to fade like you said goodbye?
I worry a lot.
I am wasting my years?
I am wasting my time?
I keep on reminiscing the old times.
Who's living a life in the same line with me?
Is it just me or is it a dream?
They say "I don't know who you are now",
but they never asked to learn.
I become tired, easily.
Does it matter?
The lust overcomes the skin I wear,
becomes something to have;
someone to own,
someone to love,
someone to care,
someone to worry about;
anything to cover the absenceness in time.
I cross a line to a meaningful life;
does it matter if i am mirroring the egocentric love to you?
I don't know who I became between the phone-calls.
I got tangled in the telephone wires.
I suffocate in this chaotic atmosphere.
I worry a lot about the things I don't know.
I am wasting my human substance?
I continuously ask "Who's living their life in the same line with mine?"
to feel loneliness?
The silence screams violently in my ears,
I phone to tell you how I feel but I asked;
Do you ever ask yourself if you are conscious?
Do you ever ask yourself if you are a blank slate?
If not, it syncopates to the heart you wear at night.
I worry too much?
I need to forget about it?