i'm not desperate but something (definately) is missing.

sitting here on all my chairs
one eye closed , still no tears
i wish they would come
get it out already
the pain shoots up and down
like a gun sometimes ,
but only the numbness' steady

i wish i could diagnose this sickness
i wish i could diagnose this sickness

half-asleep watching what
i used to call my favorite movie sometime ago
it rings a bell
i don't think it is my favorite now
but if you put the pieces together
it tells a story of
what i must have been

i have been places before
far and away
near and close by
i see many people
billions
they all repeat with basic patterns
and so i merge them by the stereotypes

and that has been enough for me to get me by
it is only a few times, i actually stop
and say why
and then again

i wish the world would stop spinning
i wish the world would stop spinning
on its axis
for a bit, to explain this

i'm a little confused
this world
my world? our world?
which one is this?

i haven't found the reason to be pissed or be angry
or be sad or content
it's only the numbness steady

...and in the back of my mind
i remember my old neighborhood
but it is where i am now
that seems to stick the most


...trying to forget
but still i remember
all the things i still
can;t remember...