The sound...

Everything feels dull when you're not around,
I feel just so numb thinking of these things out loud.
All that I lost, I still haven't found,
So I'll still be missing, ... will not make a sound.

Too bad... there's no undo button here,
and with my head down, looking at worms in the ground,
feeling like one, walking like one, I feel the need, I want you near
but I guess it's a sure thing, I wont hear a sound...

I'm deaf, I'm dumb, I'm lost... scratch that I lost.
So close and yet so far,
clinging to loneliness, clinging to nothing at all.
Staring at my wall,
hearing the crickets, hearing coquies,
hearing the leaves as the wind with complete disregard for them make their touch.
They are not making a sound, it's all in my head, just like her... don't like this much.

Still I look at the bright side, wait, is there any?
Still I'm trying to forget...
And yes... all of it I regret..
There's nothing I can do now,
all I can do is miss,
perfection in my eyes
and I know I'll hear somehow,
that sound I use to hear,
though not directed at me... one of my biggest fears.

I guess I will be pleased, actually, I guess I wont.
I want to run away from this fucking town.
I want to crawl away from my fucking skin.
too bad that wont do, and I'll end up in the ground
like those fucking little worms, without hearing that sound
that was close to my heart, made me feel alive, it wont be around.