NOBODY THERE

How do you raise your head?

How do you part your lips?

How do you turn your back, knowing they need you still?

How do you set the Sun, to comfort a hurting child?

And when she wakes again, how can you fake the light?


And I really don’t mean to bother you,

 Nah, I don’t mean to say too much, this probably makes no sense to you,

I’ve lost faith in reaching out, and begging folks to tell the truth…

-But I was hoping you might care-

What it’s like to be…

In this insanity…

With nobody there.


How do you walk the steps?

How do you turn your wrist?

To open another door, and meet with the Face of Death?

How do you brush her hair

Away from her tiny face,

And tell them that Daddy’s gone? That he was the one to blame.

How do you bite your tongue, knowing you’ll never miss

The only Hell that you’ve ever lived? And how do you catch your breath?


And I really don’t mean to bother you,

Look, I don’t mean to say too much, this probably makes no sense to you,

I’ve lost faith in kneeling down, and begging folks to tell the truth…

-But I was hoping you might care-

What it’s like to be…

In this insanity…

With nobody there.


How can you touch his hand,

Feel his tightening grasp,

Knowing he’ll never know… the moment you begged to last?

How do you watch her leave,

With your heart in a cloak of sheets

Shaped like a baby boy,

A phantom of misery?


And I don’t mean to bother you,

Nah, I don’t mean to tell too much, this probably makes no sense to you,

I’ve lost strength from screaming out, and begging folks to tell the truth…

-But I was hoping you might care-

What it’s like to be…

In this insanity…

With nobody there.


How do you lose your touch?

How do you trade your sins

For a ticket to paradise, at the end of a trail of shit?

How do you wash away

The stories that made the day? Can you burn them from memory?

Can you let them fade away?

How do live your life, remembering every day

That you waited for “Hero” to come,

And see that the Dragon’s slain?


How do you close your eyes, knowing you’re bound to dream

And see your own name in blood… When you forgot what it used to mean?

And I don’t mean to bother you,

Nah, I don’t mean to say too much, this probably make no sense to you,

I’ve lost faith in reaching out, and begging folks to tell the truth…

-But I was hoping you might care-

What it’s like to be…

In this insanity…

With nobody there.

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