Song of the Dying (Original)

Tears fall For I cannot feel them Upon my rough hands My scar’d palms All alone Wondering ever which way Where do I go I am from? A slight moment of puzzlement Lightly confused Politely misused The secrets they’re telling you Pretend it doesn’t matter One just knows not what to do Given away myself in every song Swallowed the bars last liquor Now images only seem blurry In the past picture The highway haunts you Night fall taunts the blue All life wants from you Is the Truth