Whats the point of trying (To come up short) Whats the point of crying (Still no support) Whats the point of building (It falls apart) I won't get in that place again How to paint a picture with words And not a pen and not an accident I feel relaxed again Try To put yourself In my shoes and socks again Replace my dull impermanence What goes on in Your mind Behind Locked Doors Elegantly talking to the wall isolated sound no ones home Consequently listen to the sounds of a spinning disc all alone Don't forget me or subtle things that began the spark and the sight Bury me in deep into the woods no goodbyes no more light