Can you hear the pain in my eyes?
Can you see the fear in my lies?
Can you hear the sight of my broken soul?
Can you see the echoes of who I never was?
Can you feel the pictures that were never taken?
Can you smell the memories that were never made?
Can you taste the death of my mind?
The sky is looking down
At all the little people on the ground,
Wishing they could be among the birds,
But life is just words.
Life is just words.
