A thousand times i've seen you standing;
gravity like lunar landing,
make me want to run till i find you.

It's strange that a bustling place can sometimes seem to be so cold, making you feel so lonely even when you're surrounded by people that you're so familiar with. Then again, are you really all that familiar with them? All it takes might be a cold hard dose of reality to bring you back to earth, and anchor you even as you attempt to take flight and allow your dreams and hopes to take control. All you want to do is bury yourself in the arms of the ones that you love and never draw away from the comfort that this provides, but the faster you run, the harder you fall.

I shut the world away from here; drift to you, you're all i hear.
Everything we know, fades to black.

It's funny how I'm nowadays characterized to have my earphones attached to my head as a part of my body, it nearly seems to be an extension of myself. To me, those little objects that I cram into my ears are like reverberating gongs. With no other outlet to express my feelings, the music and the words that more often than not cut deep down to the bone in relation to us provide an avenue to release everything that's pent-up inside. But then again, since I can't ever say anything out, the feelings just tunnel their way back in again, and every now and then I let it out in a heart-wrenching cry, whether or not you think my voice is good. Isn't it strange then, how I can so easily cut myself off from music at times? You're all I hear, all I want to hear.

You think you know a situation, a place; you think you're comfortable in some surrounding; you reckon that you can pour your soul out to a person and find solace - when it all comes crumbling down around you, your world means nothing at all.

Half the time the world is ending, truth is I am done pretending

Yes indeed, half the time my world is ending. The other half, is spent pretending that it is not.

I, never thought that I, had any more to give
Pushing me so far; here i am without you.
Drink, to all that we have lost, mistakes that we have made

I give all that I can, though I know it's for nought. Am I spent? Sometimes I think so, but I can never allow myself to be.
Perhaps I should repent for all that I have done wrong. Mistakes are inherent within human nature.

Everything will change,
Love remains the same