Sometimes I wonder what it is we live for
Is it love? religion? or something more?
What about all the things that are left untold
Should I question them? Or Should I just ignore?
Am I the only here feeling I don't belong
To a community that treats me like a moron
The more quiet I am, the more grudges they hold
What is it I can do to have my life move on?
What about emptiness of my childhood dreams
That i once thought one day I'd shout and scream
Live on top of the world, but the truth unfolds
One day that little child was in dreams so keen
It faded away as his life started moving astray
And the things he once thought reality vanished away
He wanted to stop, before he gets so old
He doesn't talk anymore; he has nothing to say
