As I sit here, looking around.
I think to myself, but hear no sound.
What could I do? Everything's wrong.
Like a never-ending song playing so strong.
Oh, so perfect, as if in a dream.
But that is that, it's not what it seems.
A lost raindrop without a puddle.
My frowning smile often turned so subtle.
I'm stuck in the past.
Though life goes so fast.
Just crash my car on the highway.
The highway of life that is not going my way.
Sitting by myself, hearing no sound.
I'm looking for you, but you're not around.
i dont jock.
its mine.