Your Self Portrait

I tie my shoes, leave the house, board the train, and keep on moving
Keep on moving
And thoughts are thickening
Trees fill me like your whispering
The night is fading

Hey there, friends
I think we had a lot in common
The feeling is dead or maybe it's just lost and needs to be found again

Just keep on moving

A manic walk, but hey
It's just the panic talking
So, keep on breathing
Just stop creating

I stop and studied the structure of your face
To feel connections
Some form of deeper meaning
My skin will crawl and in the morning it will fade a little

I can't find home
I'm just a stranger in this city now
Tonight, I think she might be losing me
Tonight, I know she'll never set me free

I feel nothing, I want nothing, I am nothing
I feel nothing, I want nothing, I am nothing