Conversation

I know im not much for conversation. Or affection, I've lost my way. Smoke down todays last cigarette, Smoke in my eyes, Embrace the pain. Alot going on inside of my head. Eternal issues, a walking grave. Somehow day by day I get through. I look so brand new, until it fades. I'm sorry that I can't help you, Maybe I'm not meant to Save the day But if there's one thing that helps me get by, It's the silence, your silent smile Day by day I look so brand new and you're to blame. You're to blame. Emotions circle all around me like they're hungry, birds of prey. Picking away at my insecurity and all my disbeliefs' I'm not one to pray. Though if there's a god up above me, I hope he see's me I hope he say's.. "You're not one for conversation Or affection, You've lost your way. I've sent you a sign in her smile. I know its silent, just be brave. All good things come in due time, So don't stir away. You'll find your place."