Real

Is this what's became
Sit back and touch the flame
Looking outside
Is there anywhere to run and hide
I feel empty
But I don’t need your sympathy
Doing the motion
I just need a notion
To tell what is suppose to feel right
I will search with all my might
Bored, feel so absurd
Just waiting for the moment to be heard
I keep it all in my mind
So that you will never find
In a crowed room screaming
But all you hear is my heart beating
Tell me its not the end
When will I feel real again.