Traveling in a figure eight.. Life turns a little boring, Everything stays the same. I can't go on this way.. I am so easily ignored. I scratch my head in wonder, As i push my back aganst the Wall. I wish to disapear, Escape from it all. I wish not to be seen.. I wish not to be heard.. I wish... I'm falling again.. Will you pick up the pieces When I break? Will you be there?? I'm alone and empty.. It even hurts when I Breathe.