There are no words to convey,
why my eyes are dry.
They mingled with the rain drops,
each time they passed by.

My words, can not tell you,
why my heart is still.
Quitened by a numbness,
with a truth that's all too real.

There's no way to tell you,
why each day is the same.
I guess that life gets boring,
if you play the same old game.

But if my words could tell you,
Then I could speak of the pain.
The restless nights that haunt me,
and why I'm slowly going insane.

I'll just say that I function,
in this void I'm living in.
Not caring to explain,
Not caring how it ends.