| Numb to it all, I'm faced with doubt-- do I really live? It seems as though everything only means nothing, and I'm just whirling around. Above it all, I seem to coast, but all the while, I'm down. I have no purpose, I follow a made-up path, and all I can see is this maze. If I have a brain, I wish it wasn't mute. If I have a brain, I want it to speak. Giggle, move, lose the beat--- life has no more rhythm for me. |
| A Shell |
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