Winter and Steaming Coffee

Lost

I think I'm losing myself bit by bit, piece by piece, my heart is in all directions

Old habits lost, the lies I've lived through distorting my vision into clarity

I think my scars are fading, or the principle of pain fading from memory

And the more I'm finding myself the feeling of emptiness decreases

What's happening to what used to be, a black and white world I had

Gray areas of confusion that turn my head to sides I'd never seen 

Living in music, the silence deafens my sense of harmony, mutated melody

While the white noise medicates the earthquake I've always struggled on

I am... lost.