The Broderıck - Distance

Wasting away. I feel the cracks beginning to show.
These empty pages once had the best intentions and hopes before they filled these empty shelves.
Feeling nothing by design, I forgot myself so easily.
I don't recall the words meaning a thing.
Each of these nothing words reminds me and brings no comfort to me.

Tell me again why we stare at an empty page losing sleep and suffering until day.
Tell me again why my throat is crippled in pain while empty faces stare a hole through me.
Tell me again why we persist through atrophy when no one reads or cares about what's said.
Tell me again.
Tell me again.
Tell me again.

I didn't feel the moment I lost me. I am incapable of writing anything worthwhile, anything that makes me feel something.
I will tear out every page, every fucking page.
To find that fleeting moment of clarity that sets me free.
Only dark clouds bring me comfort. Take me places I want to go