I can't seem to find the point of being. Look into my eye to your suprise you'll find dark, cold empty spaces. No traces of life in here. A hollow shell. Oh, the hell of playing lead roll in this big selfish game. It's all the same. Always a pain. All in vien. And I can't seem to make it all better. Like the season's cylce it's just going to happen. Killing time.
And that seems to work for me. I just want it to be done waiting for the en to come.
