I don't know why I am, who I am...
A despairing meadow caught by wildfire
A captivating void of unknown answers
A whispering song against the howling wind...
Nothing to anyone
Unnecessary
Old companies fade away with their unfaithful grins
I lay in sorrow as my head continuously spins
Eyes weep like a forest shower
Misleading life, heading straight to no where
Unable to sustain, that's why I call myself a "mess"
