Staring nothing again
Absence crisis
Apathy has often bothering me
had to kill then all inside of me to survive
Now I see them outside and don't know what to do
They seem to wake an old version of me
Old self I don't wanna be
Relax, calm down, breath in
Peace, silence, breath out
Blank, and fade away
Making enemies again
All the same
Complaining over my ears
Their stress over me
I'm weak to care about
Easier to shut you out
Don't blame me for this
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