I can no longer cry
my tears have dried
like dusts in the wind
blowing thought the air
every thing was here
but nothing was ever there.
I wake up in everyday
Playing the same old game
Smile at people
whom doesn't know my name
I lie them effortless
Don't even regret anymore.
The reality I live has nothing to do
You may think you know me
But the hell you'll ever do
I am the stranger that you know well
I have no compassion I do not care.
This is not a requiem nor lullaby.
This is just some thing to remember
When I die.