I see them, but can't feel them
I'm filled with them, its like a stem
I want to remember, but its so grim
I look back at myself, I see a grin
These uncertain memories
Did I ever look like these
When you don't see me
Looking back into myself
It feels like my heart is on fire
These thoughts like a constant pyre
Life is hard when you think like a tire
Rolling down a hill, doing the same thing
Over, and over, and over, hating life itself
