Lack of Passion
Finding life in shapes and heights
Listening through days and nights
I've known great things, they'll be gone
I'm scared of what I'll become
I'm excited, I'll always be
Finding new ways's a part of me
I look around, all will be gone
See what I fear, what I'll become?
I have some things I want to share
But there's no one for me to dwell
They're empty, boring, all the same
See what I finally became?
Autor(es): Touch