I know there's a path you follow in the darkness of the room and I will call you back tomorrow 'cause someone's missing from the tomb Despite our indifference we build lives with fragile gifts and not everyone makes it down the hall but please don't ever ask me where I go no, I've lived there for half my life before. You know there's a place I go to when I feel like I can't speak and it is ugly when I leave you it's ugly when I live my body. Despite my intelligence I've built a life I cannot live to be honest, I'm scared I won't make it very far. but please don't ever ask me what I are no I died there a long, long time before.
















