Ah, Pretending to be happy is but a sad distraction

I rush to give you my silent warning a gentle squeeze of your hand

As I glance at the path i've walked, i've endured, companionless

My face is overwhelmed with a familar aroma and the duest keeps piling up

I collapse outside of town, land softly

My legs are weary of their endless journey

And fleeting memories run through my head

I see the same profile, hear the same words over and over

Like the girl who asked me "isn't life so sad when all you do is live?"

You're still careless, young and helpless...

Disapperaing into a hollow void

Now haveing witnessed sadness you should never have seen

Crying tears that should have remained dry

We may not be tough enough to live on truth alone,but you know, we dont need to be