The black shadows swallow the four corners of a white room.
The skeletons in the wardrobe hang by wire hangers.
The books collect dust and burn with ash.
The Desk on white, now black as death.
The notebooks filled with poetry of love, now burned and turned to dust.
The heart of a man is dead,
Due to stupidity and raised hell in his household.
He is ashamed,
and he is sorry,
but will anyone listen?
Yes this man is me,
and I am lost without a trace of getting back.
Getting back to the old me, and finding the things that used to make me fell happy.
I am lost,
Can I be found?
That is my question to you.
Can you help me, find myself.
Like a lost puppy,
Looking for a brand new home
crying, and hungry.
I am lost... I am lost...
I cannot find myself and I cannot be own person.
Please help me find myself.
But promise me something.
Once you find me,
don't leave me and hold me closer and closer
until I find myself and show love once again.