Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place The more I think, the
less I want to know It seemed like before this never used to happen I guess
it's proclaimed to be over the representation of time on paper Pen strokes
mark away and with every letter, a new birth You will see it again, it
leaves a mark on your mind Pictures say a thousand words We can tell
stories without saying a single word, yet only to a true perception however,
can this be "felt" I always see things that disturb me, but I would rather
see that than nothing