Everything I thought was true eludes me.
Somewhere I know I can find my way back,
just don't want to.
Wherever I run to I can always get lost there,
I'm running now.
I can see this scene unraveling too fast
to hold onto anything memorable.
All I've tried to become has turned against me.
What I have left is nothing like a happy tune.
If ever I find myself in the din of today, I'll
cut the cord.
It left my bedside a long time ago,
It all seems to be in my quiet corner.
I don't remember how it's supposed to feel
but I seem able to write about it.
Tell me how I am.supposed to be
as real as I seem.
I never wanted things to be this way.
Going away with all the things I remember.
Everything is running past as I simply walk.
I never seem to know the reason.